CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- The excuse felt every bit as feeble as claiming the dog ate my homework, which -- in my world -- wouldn't be too far-fetched.
I was working out of town last week, which is something I'd never had the opportunity to do. I loved most every minute of it; even the minutes (many of them) spent walking in sweltering heat.
The only minutes I didn't like were the ones spent retracing my steps.
My day job -- the one that had me working out of town -- kept me hopping all day. I finally returned to my room, intent on writing my column about this charming woman I'd met. But after struggling for an hour or so with a laptop so ancient its keypad featured Roman numerals, I ended up walking more than a mile on the hottest day of the week to retrieve the office laptop from our venue. It was a hassle, but better than dealing with my antique autocorrect changing "the" to "thou."
I'm not a fast writer, so it was late at night before the column was finished. Not wanting to save a personal file to the office computer, I saved to my flash drive.
Which I lost somewhere between my room and the business center.
Considering that it's small enough to get sucked into a vacuum cleaner without sounding much different than a penny, I don't hold out much hope for its return, though I still left word at the desk just in case.
Once I was home again, I decided it wouldn't hurt to place a notice on a few online lost-and-found sites, and ran across some entertaining postings while there.