There i'd be standing with all the other anxious people at the luggage carousel waiting for my gnarly bulbous Samsonite hardcover suitcase (which weighs a helluva lot without all my crap in it). Should've seen Vicky (short for Victor) Green Eyes cussing it out while shoving it into the towncar in New York. That was a frightfully funny sight. Nothing like a mobster fighting with my obnoxious suitcase to get the journey going.
Alas! I have whittled down the packing process to a brilliant science and can get by with a perky carry-on.
I had to add another picture. Just so! Nice leather strap.
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