'Hotel Towels'

Steve’s hatred of hotel towels isn’t quite what it seems. The truth is, he nicks them. Every trip ends with his suitcase stuffed to bursting, not because he overpacks, but because he’s smuggling out another stash of “luxury grade” fluff. Once home, Steve can be found down the pub, flogging them to anyone who’ll listen. To be fair it’s quite a neat little side hustle, and he’s surprisingly convincing after a pint or two. I’ve bought several off him now, and I should really know better.