It’s that long day ahead of you spent checking your pockets and juggling your jacket, carry-on, ticket, and passport. That assembly line event through security where you throw it all up into two grey plastic bins with your shoes, watch, cell phone, wallet, belt, jacket, jewelry, money all needing reassembling just a few feet down the belt. It is a momentary separation of you from all of your carefully placed belongs testing your grace and awareness in a flash of a green light or a red light followed by an ominous tone. The disappointment is palpable. If this were an Olympic event, setting off the metal detector would be equivalent to not sticking the landing on the vault. It all happens in the blink of an eye and D’ohhh … forgot about the 18k gold necklace with the jade double happiness pendant … oh, and the earrings … oh and the extra camera battery. 2.5, 3.0, 2.5, 2.5, 2.0.
However, the event that took me out of medal contention today was the Lock Up and Go. Things were shaping up well for departure. Dishes left in sink: zero. Food that will spoil in the fridge: zero (although you get that score when you get home) Heater off, bed made, neighbors alerted. The big deduction was running out the clock before folding the clean laundry that didn’t get packed, which then seemed like it explode in the living room.
No comments:
Post a Comment