The last time you stayed at a hotel, what was the one thing from the room that somehow mysteriously made its way home with you? Was is as innocent as a clotheshanger? The little iron? The plush robe? We’re all friends here, so spill. 
I’ll admit that I’m a sucker for those mini mouthwashes and shampoos, but they expect those to be lifted, right? 

“Hotel California” by the Gipsy Kings will help you think this one through. Not sure how you say, “You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave” in Spanish.