Apparently I’ve Been Checking Out of Hotels Wrong This Whole Time

I just found out I’ve apparently been wasting time doing this EVERY single time I stay at a hotel.

For as long as I can remember, “checking out” of a hotel has meant exactly that: checking out.

I pack everything.

I make one final sweep of the room to make sure I didn’t leave my phone charger plugged into the wall.

I look under the bed.

I check the bathroom.

I open the closet.

I somehow check the safe