I run to car. I must have left it in there. Nothing.
I threw both my hands on the front desk of the hotel, "I have an emergency! Someone came in my room and stole my purse while I was asleep!"
"No, this impossible," the front desk supervisor responded.
Again, "I have an emergency, someone stole my purse while I was asleep."
"This is impossible." He shook his head no.
The other front desk clerks heard my distress, but kept their heads to the pavement and continued taking reservations over the phone. Other guests stepped around me and continued about their business of checking in.
"Maybe you should report it to the police." He hands me the non-emergency number. Could he not have dialed for me?
"If anybody came in last night, the night auditor would know. He didn't hear anyone come in."
I retreated to room, dialed the number and cried some more. Nobody believed me, a twenty-something, African-American female that was traveling alone.
A policeman came minutes later, and while he thought the story was a little far fetched, he thoroughly investigated all the hotel staff and looked for any holes in the story and in my hotel room door.
I spent hours canceling my credit cards and missed the morning half of my conference.
Nearly thirty minutes later, the officer turned up at my room with several credit cards, my social security card, and a master key to the hotel in hand.
Apparently, a cab driver serendipitously stopped the officer as he was leaving my room and reported that a man tried to pay the cab bill with one of my traveler's checks. He'd left some of my cards scattered on the car floor, along with the master key.
It gets worse. When I called American Express to cancel my card, the woman who graciously helped me had the same exact atrocity happen to her at an Oakland hotel.
By the time word spread through the hotel, I was Casa Madrona's number one guest. They did not charge me for my stay and treated me to a really great dinner. However, my life was put in danger because of an inside job. My time and money was wasted. I have yet to hear back on status of my case with the police department, though I do appreciate the policeman that really took care of me that day. I am currently pursuing the matter further with the Casa Madrona.
I was the victim of an inside job. Who's next? What can we do to make sure this doesn't happen to others?
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