baggage.

I stood at baggage claim
for almost an hour. Waiting. Waiting to see that yellow ribbon I tied to my
blue bag. After 45 minutes, I looked around and saw seven expectant faces. We
all looked so pitiful, like we were waiting for someone to ask us to dance at
prom. Except the bags were the suitors. “is my bag ever going to show up?” “is
anyone ever going to ask me to dance?”

I was asked. I was so relieved. I left
the other poor saps there, giving them a half smile meaning, “maybe your day
will come.”

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One thought on “baggage.”

  1. You describe that feeling so well – or like getting the nod for the team in the game you so badly play…Pick me, pick me!

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