Me? Forget to pack something? The Domanatrix of Packing?
Yep. My husband's studs. Never mind that I had the flu, HE was going to have dinner with the Captain. (I was as green as the outfit I'd planned to wear.)
So I dragged myself out of the bed and began accosting officers with my tale of woe. Seems like I wasn't the only one going begging that night. The gift shop was sold out.
Fortunately I have a creative (if somewhat warped) mind. I purchased two pair of plain "gold" stud earrings and a pair of "gold" with "diamonds" clip-ons. They became studs and cufflinks.
Then there was the time I forgot to pack his dress socks. The gift shop HAD socks, but not in his size. I threw myself on the mercy of the Hotel Manager who called up an officer known for Very Large feet.
And what about the time the airline tickets, cruise dox, and passports stayed home?
There is a moral to these sad stories. "Do as I say, not as I do."