Friday, February 23, 2007

What my luggage really got up to in Motor City

After spending the night in Detroit a few weeks ago my recalcitrant luggage was returned, smelling of cheap perfume and seeming, if the truth be told, just a bit hung over. It had a whole story prepared about how it was the airline's fault it didn't come home with me. Uh-huh. I was skeptical, to say the least, so I was chagrined but not really shocked to find this incriminating photo in the front pocket of my naughty, naughty luggage:

1 comment:

Marilyn Stansfield said...

I have often wondered why my luggage is never returned to me in the same condition it left. Naive people often say that men who transport the luggage treat it poorly. Sure . . . blame the humans.