Meeting

I walked to the hotel, grabbed my computer and walked the two blocks to the meeting. This was set up as a first meeting so, after about an hour of coffee and initial talk, we agreed to keep the plan for a more technical meeting next morning. I left and felt the heat of the sun and decided to go for a swim.

In my hotel, I discovered the “disaster”. In the stress this morning did I grab my wife’s suitcase. She was also off on a business trip, on a conference in Slovenia. Instead of going to the beach, I had to take stock of the damage. She had some dresses, a couple of skirts, some blouses where one or two could be used by me as light summer shirts. A sweater from her university, also wearable by me. Shorts, where one was demi type and not super short, I tried it on and it looked OK. Various undergarments, socks, stockings and shoes, and of course toiletries. The panties did not seem to bad, later I found that most of them were hipsters, and a couple of string once. I always carry a spear shirt in my computer bag, you never know when you spill coffee or coke. All in all would I be able to scrape by if I used the laundry service, except no boxers. The bikini was not quite my style.

I put on the demi shorts and the least feminine blouse (white with short sleeves), left the hotel in search of stores to buy shorts or swimsuit, and some boxers. A hot walk later I had to give in, I had found one possible store which turned out to only have women’s clothing. My lack of French language did not help me either. I stopped at a bar, got a beer, rang my wife. She had just discovered the mix-up before she left the house and repacked in matters of seconds.