Saturday, February 23, 2008

Guess God was trying to tell me something . . . .

Talk about a sure sign not to fly!

By the way, remember how I told the airline to just hold my bag in New York? Untrusting soul that I am (now), I double-checked in St. Louis before boarding my plane, and guess what? There it was. In St. Louis. Got in last night. I could've been wearing clean clothes today, if I'd known.

The good news is that both me and the bag got home to New York this afternoon.

As I sit in my humble Harlem apartment, refreshingly dressed in a clean t-shirt and flannel pj bottoms, a word of advice: Next time you're due to fly, be sure to look up into the sky to make sure God isn't trying to tell you something.

4 comments:

Winston said...

I've never seen the Italian distress signal in the clouds... Wow! Wonder what it means...???

Joy Des Jardins said...

Hmmm...the 'flying finger of fate'....yep, definitely a sign Mary. You don't have to tell me more than once.....I fly as little as possible. I've had family members lose their luggage....well, have it lost for them. I don't think I'd be as cool about it as you were.

MaryB said...

Winston - just look up, my friend. No tellin' what those clouds might be saying to you.

Joy - exactly! The flying fickle finger of fate. It pointed to me Thursday through Saturday. (Now I'm just hiding under the covers for a day.)

Liz said...

I'm glad you had such a good trip, you jet-setter, you!!