Rather short one because I don't remember much. I was back in London and apparently my friend Mischa had an awesome designer loft there. So we were planning to meet up with other people to go out to dinner, but first I stopped by Mischa's to get ready.
Me: "Hey, can I use your hair iron?"
Misch: "Yeah, it's in the bathroom. By the toilet. Not the decorative one with the zen garden inside, the other one."
Me: "Cool, thanks."
So we get ready and leave, and suddenly we were in the lobby of the hotel where we're meeting people. Apparently I was staying in this hotel and had to go grab something from my room. On my way back down I awkwardly come across someone hoarding tiny bars of soap from the maid's cart that was parked outside a room, and in the way of reassurance or something, I come out with:
"Haha, hey, hey, no worries... it's not kleptomania if they'd give it to you for free anyway, right?" [Really awkward silence... Other person does not look reassured... I look down and exeunt rather swiftly.]
Fin.
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