Christmas time is here, which means my only transportation for getting home is flying. I’ve expressed my ahem, love, for flying already. It’s like a giant subway that waits for no one except there isn’t another one coming in 15 minutes if you miss it. As usual with my life, I got into a predicament that could have landed me in my favorite podcast “My Favorite Murder” as the poor defenseless girl who gets killed in the woods by a serial killer. Enjoy!
Luckily, everything after that went off without a hitch! Can’t help but worry about that poor other dude who had to find an ATM while that guy waited for him…….thank god for nice people. Happy Holidays!
I Don't Even Have a "Pla" 