If oversleeping is nightmare #1, a close runner up has to be losing a credit card. This morning I was having breakfast at a restaurant in Palo Alto, paid with my credit card (the one I use for much of my travel, with lots of accounts linked to it), and somehow the restaurant staff managed to lose it. I kept my cool; I gave them my name and cell phone number, and drove back to the hotel to start the process of cancelling the card. Just as I got there, the restaurant manager rang me to say they’d found it.
Not how I planned to spend Saturday morning – but at least I got a free breakfast out of it.