Thanks, everyone! By the time I left, the bell staff had gone for the night so a concierge had to help me. I tipped him anyway. When I handed him my ticket, I said “I’m here for my bike” but he heard what he expected to, “I’m here for my bag.” So he was rummaging through various closets looking increasingly worried, and finally asked me, “What does your bag look like?” When I said, “It’s a bike” a wave of relief crossed his face.
Back tomorrow for more fun, but it worked out really well today. Thanks again.
Liz