(a) Olympic Airporter forgot to pick me up for my flight to Charlotte NC.
(b) I paid 10 bucks extra for a rental-car Neverlost GPS that not only couldn't find where I had to go, but got. me. lost.
(c) I made my debut as a presenter in the new department bare-faced because I left my make-up bag in the car when I jumped into a last-minute cab to the airport.
UPDATE: Turns out that I didn't leave my make-up bag in the car after all. I packed it into its usual place outside zipper of my suitcase but when I got to Charlotte, IT WASN'T THERE. Draw your own conclusions. The TSA uniforms might not do much for those agents, but they'll look lovely in my Rose Quartz lipstick.
Sad Realization: Make-up, schmake-up, but my travel size bottle of Ralph Lauren Safari perfume, no longer in production, was also in that case. I swear upon my soul that I am going to sniff every one of those dirty birds that comes across my path and if I detect even a faint hint of what might be Safari, there's going to be an ugly scene.
(Note to self: Start brown bagging it next week and put saved monies towards bail fund.)
I hate when that happens. My husband's tools have been stolen twice. >:(
Don't worry, if you land in the Big House we'll take up a collection for your bail.
Posted by: pam | June 30, 2007 at 08:40 AM
Now that is a tragedy. I would have been devastated and had to go lie down for a while.
You don't mess with my perfumes.
Posted by: aithne | June 30, 2007 at 08:43 AM
i guess the handlers had elite access to your baggage
Posted by: daughter | June 30, 2007 at 01:04 PM
Whoa. That's like make-up piracy! That's a new low.
Posted by: Schadenfreude | July 01, 2007 at 08:29 AM
my new scent for summer:
Pure by Eddie Bauer. It's great.
Posted by: tina | July 01, 2007 at 09:11 PM