A hotel safe is a safe in a hotel room. It’s usually in the closet. I don’t trust the hotel safe. It just seems kind of shady. You’re in a strange new city and you’re expected to keep your most precious valuables in a safe that’s reprogrammed hundreds of times each year. I always feel like the maid is just waiting to swipe your iPad, cash, and passport. I’d rather hide my shit under the mattress or in the pocket of a rolled up pair of jeans in my suitcase. That’s probably not secure either but it still gives me more peace of mind. Do you trust hotel safes? Would you keep your birth certificate or Social Security card in one? Fuck that jazz.
Critically Rated at 6/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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