i watched from the oversold, airplane window as your tarmac jokers decided to indiscriminately not load my bag {and several others} onto the plane.

then your counter agent, with the sensitivity of an elbow to the jaw, insinuated somehow i brought this upon my self.

“such is the gamble you take {losing your bags} when you travel”.

{my head is still cocked to the side, eyes narrowed, attempting to unravel this enigma? sage advice? condescending bullshit?}

wedding to attend….no clothes.


weekend happy to all except those at delta airlines {hope you eat bad oysters and drink rancid milk}.