We arrived at Heathrow a couple hours before our flight (luckily) & have been hanging out in the lounge. I just asked Pete if he had my computer charger…Pete: It’s in your bag. Me: Oh, ok. Where is my bag anyway? [both look around…the bag is nowhere to be found. hmm…] Pete: Don’t tell me you left in on the conveyor belt at security. [giving me the eye] Me: [blank stare] I don’t remember. [silence] Me: I think so. Pete: Ugh. Wait here. I’ll go find it. I have my boarding pass, passport & phone. Me: You think it will take that long & I’ll have to meet you at the gate? Pete: I don’t know. I don’t know how long things like this take. I’ve NEVER done it before. Me: [sorry stare]
Pete returns about 10 minutes later with my bag & a look. They had the bag at security all safe & sounds and had apparently been paging him. Oh ya, did I mention this bag has his Exec Platinum tag on it & everyone (who we don’t know) knew it was HIS bag.
Babe, remember when you asked me early, “what would I do without you?” Probably have a lot less anxiety! And I wonder why you ask me dozens of time if I’ve x, y & z. Really, what would I do without YOU?
And for fun, this is Pete (pre-incident) on our last HEX ride.