We were supposed to go to Washington, DC but we landed in St. Louis. In the terminal, in the confusion, I realized that I’d left my black bag on the plane. I doubled back to see if I could get the people at the gate to let me back on.
Monday, February 12, 2018
I was on a plane to somewhere with J.T. On the tarmac I took pictures through the window of other planes, the sunset. I wanted to post them to Facebook but I was using my camera, not my phone. I found it had a feature that allowed me to email the pictures to myself. I tried to type out my email address with the little arrow controls on the back of the camera but it was incredibly difficult. When I finally sent them I noticed I was being charged $3 each time, by the airline or the airport or something. Fuck it, I figured, but I was annoyed.
We were supposed to go to Washington, DC but we landed in St. Louis. In the terminal, in the confusion, I realized that I’d left my black bag on the plane. I doubled back to see if I could get the people at the gate to let me back on.
We were supposed to go to Washington, DC but we landed in St. Louis. In the terminal, in the confusion, I realized that I’d left my black bag on the plane. I doubled back to see if I could get the people at the gate to let me back on.
