Disembodied again
After years of fancy dop kits carrying everything I thought I might need while traveling, due to 9/11, I am reduced to a plastic baggie with a few sundries. That’s so I can carry the bag on the flight and not allow them to lose my stuff yet again. Once is a enough, in my estimation. But alas, they can’t seem to stop fucking with me. Make this flight number four where my bags have…