More Things I Do When I’m Jetlagged

By Dave Fox
Stockholm, Sweden

After two and a half weeks home in Seattle — just enough time to get readjusted to American time — I have now bounced back to Stockholm, where I begin guiding my third tour of the season tomorrow. My flight landed at eight this morning — 11 p.m. Seattle time — and all day, I’ve been fighting the urge to take a nap.

Man, I hate jet lag.

It’s evening here now, and I just stumbled down to the hotel reception desk to get a glass, and a code for the hotel’s wireless Internet connection. After the receptionist gave me my requested items, I began a frenzied search for the magnetic key card that opens both the downstairs security door and the door to my room.

I checked my shirt pocket, where I tend to stash it. It wasn’t there. I looked in the front left pocket of my jeans. Nope. Front right pocket? No key card. And my back pockets? I didn’t bother to check. I wouldn’t put it there.

“It’s in my room,” I mumbled to myself.

I went back to the reception desk. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I locked my key in my room. Could you make me another?”

The receptionist looked at me with the frustrated gaze of someone who wanted to tell me I am an idiot, but could not for professional reasons.

“Ummm,” she said, “your key is in your hand.”

Published on Sunday, July 1, 2007

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