| Ok, it is your time to vent
your luggage
has been lost, theres no hot water in your hotel room and
something moved on your plate during lunch. Now your drunken tour
bus driver has passed out and you discover the souvenir gifts you
just purchased could be bought for one-tenth the price in the next
town.
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Story
of Lost Luggage
by Steve Rosenfield
...My wife and I arrived at Heathrow at about 8:00 AM with the
intent of going to AA baggage and trying to find any of our luggage.
We were escorted to the pen where all of the missing/delayed bags
were being stored and, with the assistance of the AA personnel
there, searched all of the bags without finding our luggage. When
we asked about the one bag that American had told us was found
and was to be delivered to our London location, no one could tell
us what happened to that bag despite someone from the baggage
department having physically seen and touched that bag several
days earlier.
Turkish
Trots
by Eric Anderson
...He glanced nonchalantly over his left shoulder then abruptly
stiffened, turned his petrified ashen face to us and shouted,
"My God! He's going to shoot." Margaret and I snapped
our gaze to the right. A sentry had jerked a machine gun up to
his shoulder and was leaning forward to fire. "My God. Stop!"
shouted our guide-in English.
Egg
Waffles
by Feaster from NW
...I sat down one lovely warm Georgia morning to another breakfast
at the House. I couldn't wait. I remember some small talk with
the short order cook, a thirty year old man or so. His demeanor
and cooking skills raised no suspicions. However, when the meal
arrived, I noted that the scrambled eggs looked a bit undercooked.
Wedding
Party in Maine
by Terry Masen, Hoboken, New Jersey
...We took an early morning stroll along water's edge, then opted
to luxuriate with late morning naps. Suddenly, we were awakened
by the noisy sound of some sort of caravan. Peeking out the window,
we saw at least 20 vehicles, led by a limousine, heading down
the dirt road. Our nightmare was about to begin -- the owner
had rented the quarry house for a wedding reception.
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