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....you write the room number on a piece of paper and put it in your pocket to remember what room your in only to find out later that you did not take out the last several pieces of paper with room numbers on it...........................

or you charge the meal to a room number on the tenth floor and the server comes back and explains that it cant be your room number as this hotel only has 8 floors........
 
How 'bout coming home to have your dog stare at you with a look that says 'you live here?'...I guess if you get the same look from your wife, it's time for a new job...(or wife)
 
New one to revive this thread. You stop at the stop sign before you turn left for your street. You look both ways and make your turn. It's 2 AM. Disco lights, siren, cop asks you how much you've been drinking. You're still in uniform and haven't. He asks why you ran the red light. "There's a light there?" You and your crashpad-mate passenger look back, "####, you're right!" The cop lets you off with a warning, laughing. The light has been there for a month.

Home, for people not of our kind...
 
...when you've memorized your Hilton, Sheraton, Holiday Inn and Marriot reward numbers...and you've forgotten your wife's b-day!
 
When you automatically whip out your wallet for a couple of bucks to tip your wife for picking you up at the airport! (I instinctively did that once ... she didn't notice).
 
thats so funny leardog!

you know you have been away from home way to long when your sister throws a party and you stand at the front door, greeting guests, taking coats, and introducing yourself, just like in business class.
 
On the road to long

When I rolled over one morning and told my wife I hoped she could hold a Rome layover next month. At least I did not ask where she was based again.

Mobie
 

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