It makes me wonder how many people do not turn their backpacks and purses inside out looking for their phone chargers before they call the hotel. It makes me wonder how many phone chargers are turned in by housekeeping at a facility this large. It is a small city, to be sure. I was on the eighteenth floor -great view by the way- and I wasn't at the top. I can imagine small mountains of phone chargers in a secreted back room where a young girl with long golden hair sits in a dank corner spinning, spinning day and night, spinning phone cords into wireless towers...I dunno. Poor thing.
I want my phone charger back. I know there is a phone store I can visit downtown on my way home from work. I was just hoping not to have to.