Camille saved my stuff!
My French co-worker Camille helped me move some stuff over to my new apartment today, and about 15 minutes after we got back, he came to my door carrying a bunch of my stuff. I was mystified, and he said he’d found it sitting outside the dormitory. Then I remembered that when the taxi first came, I’d put a couple of boxes down on a planter, assuming Camille or Curtis 2 (my other co-worker) would put them in the car. Neither did, and I fogot about them. They were sitting there for like an hour, and nobody took them! They had really significant things in them too — one had four years’ worth of photographs, and the other had a bunch of new DVDs.
Thanks Camille!