Riding the friendly skies two days into the future no less an exaggeration of terms. And to wit with zippers and clothes and socks in holes staying for a luxurious mystery stay in San Francisco.
One day for the tan, two days for the atmosphere to seep in. World weary by the end of the first leg and already a veteran on the return hop. Scratch it up for foreigners and losers of baggage.
Too much trouble to catch up with a cripple cascading legs along giving travelators. Choosing instead to venture into cargo territory of the lost and found and generally unsound. No journey too long without an extra stop over inbetween. Waiting for the call only to hear the rustle of metal planks shove a carousel.
And round and round the baggage goes. When it arrives, only Menzies knows.
Score one for in the rush with combinations useless, unlocking latches on barrels.
Welcome back.
Two days late.
Soon Van - Thursday, November 29, 2007 - 20:15
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