note to self: food goes in carry-on
home again after a long but uneventful day of travel. on the new orleans/chicago leg, i sat next to a scruffy man listening to medical abstracts on tape. he was a doctor. on the chicago/burlington leg, i sat next to a beautifully groomed young woman wearing an enormous diamond ring and carrying a bag from a medical conference. i wonder if she was a gynecologist, as her bag proclaimed, or a doctor's wife, as her ring did.
somewhere along the line, my luggage and i parted company, and it did not arrive in burlington. the man at the ticket counter swore they'll have my suitcase delivered to me in the morning. contents: about twenty yards of fabric, three pounds of now-thawed crawfish, and twelve pieces of fried chicken.
yes, i am that stupid.
Comments
One would hope that the well-groomed young woman was a gyno; after all, no one likes *them* to be scruffy. Two of the pediatricians at the practice we use are women, and both of them sport big ol' rocks, so that's not necessarily a true indicator.
Posted by: paul | May 2, 2003 05:04 AM
possible, but in this case unlikely, as she also sported some well-manicured but long and sharp talons. if she is indeed a gynecologist, she's a sadistic one.
Posted by: julie | May 2, 2003 09:41 AM
All I can say is "Ouch!" and "I'm sorry for the loss of your fried chicken and crawfish."
Posted by: Cori | May 2, 2003 04:19 PM
that'll teach me to try to import popeye's to yankeeland.
Posted by: julie | May 2, 2003 05:08 PM