Another kind of persistence

No, my bags are not here.  Even though the Travel Goddess swore to me that they would be on the 3 a.m. plane this morning, they arent’.

I just came back from my SEVENTH trip to the airport.  I’m an expert at getting in and out.

Got to the baggage office.  Banged like hell on the glass with my keys–I’m way past being polite.

Went inside and looked for myself at their pile of luggage–there is surely no reason to trust them to find my bags.

Nothing there.  Back into office, talked with Nadros yet again.  I don’t know much about Islam, but I think if I go to that office 2 more times we have to get married.  Don’t worry, Gail, she’ll always be number 2.

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