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.
I've never seen the Italian distress signal in the clouds... Wow! Wonder what it means...???
ReplyDeleteHmmm...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.
ReplyDeleteWinston - just look up, my friend. No tellin' what those clouds might be saying to you.
ReplyDeleteJoy - 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.)
I'm glad you had such a good trip, you jet-setter, you!!
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