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  • The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas does not allow guests to bring their own towels into the pool area.

    We brought five. 5 times $10 for a fine from our hotel = something we can't afford to pay.

    It's a birthday, so at the very least, the birthday girl needs to go on her merry way up to the rooftop pool lounge.

    Me and a friend hang back. We got this.

    We start at the box office.

    "Can we leave our towels here?"

    She shakes her head. "No. I'm sorry."

    I don't give up. "How about $5?"

    She still reluctantly refuses.

    I look behind her at the racks of clothes and umbrellas falling out of bins.

    "Is this a lost and found?" I ask innocently.

    She arches an eyebrow. "Yes..."

    "So," I continue with a sly grin. "If we were to 'lose' our towels and came back for them to 'find' them later, then that would be alright?"

    The lady did not look like she wanted to play the game. We went elsewhere for the players.

    The hotel casino floor has a little kiosk where a pseudo-manager stands. He is our target.

    "Excuse me," I simper. "Is there a lost and found?"

    The man smiles courteously. "Yes, miss. Have you found something?"

    I raise my arm to reveal a bag of towels. "We just found these.... by the box office."

    His smile faltered slightly. "By the box office?"

    "Yes," I said, widening my eyes like I was surprised as well. "I just hope the person who lost them gets them back."

    There was a pause. A very pregnant pause. I was almost certain he was about to call bullshit, but then....

    "Thank you for bringing it to me," the man said. He took the bag and tucked it under the kiosk shelves.

    "No problem," I gushed, skipping away like I had just gotten away with murder.

    When we left the pool a few hours later, the towels - by fate! - were claimed by their owner.

    And that's how you do it.
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