Next thing I know my 70lb bag filled with underwear so I never have to do laundry breaks. Not totally mind you, just the most important functional part. The extension handle which creates a lovely ease of use to propel my tank around with me and oh yeah carry my other bag chock full of sunscreen for my albino skin. So I fight, kick, punch, jiggle, talk dirty, talk clean, whisper, yell and jostle my bag in a feable attempt to unlock the handle from it's now very impotent position deep inside the bag. STAMFORD yells the conductor. I have to transfer from one train to another across a rather long treacherous platform. My back cringes with terror...I will have to carry the mother f'er. Not unlike a scene from the world's strongest man competition, I'm off stomping across the platform carrying a bag on either hand and a pack on my back. My gait is a staggering unsteady drunken pirate mess as I race to the train. I manage to get to the door and it closes. Thank the lord. It is not my train anyways. P.S. thanks to the nice spanish women who tried to help me with the bag telling me I was holding it wrong, which I was.
Anyways I made the train, my back is somewhat decent.
I bought a new bag which is like electric blue and huge and no i have repacked all my underwear.
I will leave from Newark at 120 pm and fly straight 11hours to Honolulu.
77 and sunny 77 and sunny 77 and sunny 77 and sunny, I repeat to myself as I imagine the last half of the plane ride.
seat 19b an aisle seat on a window side....thank you, but I'm feeling I shouldn't have had those wings last night while I watched the giants upset dallas...sorry Ron.
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Hey Dave
I will pass on the info to all. Good luck and keep applying the sun screen, bug spray, and shark repellent. Oh yeah did you find what I put in your jacket pocket?
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