The VP was visiting
yokel’s locals were impressed by an empty plane.
In all the commotion (The C-17 flight is 33% more traffic than the
Fast forward to (EST), about 5 hours after leaving the empty plane in
I should have them by tomorrow. Which would be groovy, except for my appointment with the plastic surgeon tomorrow at 10 AM, the one to remove shrapnel from my face, and my 4-inch thick medical records are somewhere between here and home. It goes without saying that I also would like a change of socks, perhaps a toothbrush and razor, maybe even a clean shirt… oh who am I kidding. If I wanted any of that stuff I’d have packed a suitcase, right?
So, my luggage getting lost is Vice President Dick Cheney’s fault. Since leaders are responsible for everything their subordinates do and fail to do, it is, ipso facto, President George W. Bush’s fault. Well Mr. President, I may serve at your pleasure, but you work for me. I’m a voter! Now get to work and find my luggage! (Oh yeah, then fix immigration, social security, Iraq, Iran, the French, Islamofacists, taxes, welfare, stop hurricanes, build a space elevator, land a man on the sun, make fuel by squeezing rocks together, and make everyone like you while you’re doing it.) But first, find the luggage. One Large black bag, and small green bag, both had my address cards in them, and had wheels and the little handle thingies that retract.