Nov 29, 2006

TWO SHOTS AND A NARROW ESCAPE TO SOUTH AMERICA
MIAMI – "Hey, you found your lost suitcase," the TSA officer observes.

"Yes," I beam.

"So what are you doing now?" He's curious why I'm loitering on Concourse B of Miami International Airport. Because terrorists routinely await orders from Osama smack in front of a security station...

"I need bag tags. Someone's bringing them."

"Outside Starbucks?"

"Sure."

"Good luck," he says, striding away and chuckling audibly.

***

Turns out I'm at the wrong Starbucks. (Maybe that's the curse of the Americas, rather than pan-pipe music?)

Nonetheless, the airline still locates me and my bag, then hustles us aboard the Colombia-bound plane, all in 40 minutes before takeoff. Impressive.

And so, I'm headed for Medellin, once epicenter of Pablo Escobar's cartel, now famous for flowers and fine women.

4 comments:

  1. ooooh, you're all caught up!

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  2. Nearly! I took your advice and skipped the shite bits... Thanks, Ax.

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  3. Anonymous10:12 PM

    nearly . . . dying . . . of . . . self . . . restraint . . . after the . . . shite comment.

    MUST THROW PIE.

    but first, perhaps a quick survey of the LBP.

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  4. Enough with the pies! Where is your spirit of holiday compassion?

    Maybe if you'd listened to four days of carol-muzak in pan-American airports, you'd have more charity in your heart like me...

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