“What time is your flight?” Carolyn asked me
“10:45. But…I have to check a bag”
“I know. I don’t usually check a bag but this time…I…I just grabbed the wrong suitcase. I have four of them.”
I fiddled with my wine glass and then continued.
“Recently my trips have been short ones so i have been talking my half-size wheelie bag.”
“My suitcases are usually stored like nesting dolls. I grabbed the wrong bag and it was too big to carry on. I didn’t realize until I got to security at LGA and they sent me back to Ticketing.”
My friends nodded, but unconvincingly. At this point that I realized the extent of my friends’ disapproval. I may be shunned.
My fall from travel grace is complete.
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