I have a playbuddy who’s head of marketing for a major airline . So when she comes to Auckland she’s being flown there by her coworkers, and will stay in the same hotel (usually the airline books out a whole floor).
Understandably she doesn’t want to get gossiped about at the water cooler, so if we plan to get together when she’s in town she very discreetly leaves me a key at reception.
Occasionally she likes to yank me around by giving me wacky names to check in under. Last week she left me a key under the name Charles Xavier.
I wouldn’t say I was a geek-chic type , but I dig geek culture to get the reference and that afternoon I walk in to the front desk and ask “Key for Charles Xavier?”.
The concierge was obviously a bit of a comics geek herself because she said “Charles Xavier?”
“Worlds greatest psychic”.
Without so much as blinking she looks up:
“I knew you were going to say that”.