The main character of our story thus far are the 7 50 lb bags that, somehow, we have to figure out how to get to El Salvador. But we couldn't just check them straight thru to our final destination due to the nature of our trip. The cheaper way to get to and from El Salvador had us spending the night in Atlanta. Not great when 7 monster bags need to make the same journey. Fortunately, there have been willing helpers along the way - idiots like me are a magnet for attention in and around the airport, I have noticed. Even after I paid $5 for a rinky dink cart at the ATL baggage claim, a dude with an industrial-sized cart just assumed his way in to our 7 bag problem. Amazing what $20 will get you. I am passing out $20 bills left and right. First the sky cap, then duder in ATL baggage claim, then the shuttle guy to the hotel, then the bell hop to the room.
We are all snug in a Courtyard, enjoying our last hot shower and air conditioning. Tomorrow we get up early and bungle our way to the International Terminal and then on to San Salvador.
Oh, the first "issue." Right after my mom pulled away after dropping us off at the airport, I realized I didn't have my phone - left it in the car. With no other phones on us, we realized the second worst thing to dying. Well, maybe helpless is a better adjective. Question: how many phone numbers do you know by heart? I know like three, maybe. Question: when was the last time you used a pay phone? I am not sure I ever have, to be honest. Well, the pay phone wouldn't accept my credit card so I had the girls panhandling at MSP. We scrounged up $2.30 in quarters (and a nickel). It was Gillian who suggested I call one of the three numbers I know - my own number. Luckily it was hooked up to the Bluetooth in my car so my mom had no choice but to hear it and pick it up. Problem averted.
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