The lobby of one of the Ritz Hotels in Naples, Florida was a buzz. It was late at night. A woman was standing in front of the registration desk, tears running down her cheeks. The clerk was wringing her hands. The bell captain was the only person who appeared to be in control, of himself. “No, ” he assured the woman, “no luggage had been delivered .” “But my medicine,” she screeched. “My insulin.” Unfortunately this is not an uncommon scene. People pack their prescription medications all the time.
The bell captain arranged to have the woman taken to a 24 hour pharmacy. He assured her that they would give her enough medicine to get her through the night. In the morning she would have to call her doctor and have a prescription faxed or phoned to the drugstore, if, of course, her shipped luggage was not delivered.
I have never heard of a person who has made this mistake twice.
