56 poundsWritten by hootenannie on August 19th, 2010
At the Denver airport last night, I heaved my suitcase onto the scale at the ticket counter, and cast a furtive glance at the damage: 56 pounds.
For the first time ever, I was going to incite an overweight charge.
But wait! Could this be my lucky day? The ticket man hasn’t seen the number yet. He’s asking for my ID. He’s handing me my boarding pass. He turns his back for one moment, and…
I made a run for it.*
I was around the corner before he turned back around to discover my beast of burden.
I triumphantly called my mom from the security line, jubilant at my own stealth. Ha-HAA, I outsmarted The Man! Take THAT.
*moments like this make me wish I had my own personal cameraman to document my life.
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So here I am, sitting across from my little nymph Greta in a coffee shop, working away. Seattle still has a way of wrapping me like a hug, and making me feel more at home than anywhere else.