Pants!!! I bought Pants!!!
I got pants!! And socks. And a comb.
I’ve got just about everything I need. Life is looking up.
And still, every day I’m calling the airline and screaming at them. Todoay, I suggested that perhaps they should give me a ticket to Cairo and I’ll go up and get the damned bags myself. I didn’t expect them to actually do that, but it was fun to watch them sputter and gasp. There isn’t anyone on this continent with the spunk and creativity to come up with a solution like that and actually make it happen.
I may as well have fun. I sure as hell don’t have my bags.
But I do have clean pants!!