Missed It!
I packed everything expertly.
My spikes.
My favorite tees.
A few baseball caps so that I could wear a different once for each round.
I charged my headphones and packed the book I’m reading and another one because I usually read a full book during a plane ride.
“You have everything?” Kathy asked.
I just looked at her.
The fact that she would ask me when we spend nearly every day in an Easter egg hunt looking for her things was comical.
“You left a phone in New York once,” she said.
“Twenty years ago,” I said. “That’s the last thing I left behind.”
I was at the airport an hour early. I lugged my golf clubs to the front desk, reached into my coat pocket for my wallet…
…and immediately panicked as I remembered the last thing I’d done before leaving the house.
I threw the ball for Ollie.
I pictured my wallet laying in the spot where I stood as I threw him passes.
I called Kathy who was leaving the airport.
“I don’t have my wallet!”
“Is it in the car?”
“No. It’s on the floor near where I sit. I was throwing the ball for Ollie. It must’ve fallen out of my jacket pocket.”
And I would probably be writing this blog from Sunny Florida, but Sam didn’t answer his phone.
Had he grabbed the wallet and brought it to Kathy in the driveway I would’ve had time.
But no!
Yet, as you read this…
…I’m either on my way there or there already.
I won’t miss golf today as we had a late tee-time scheduled because most everyone was coming in on Friday morning anyway.
So, I missed my plane!
✈️
Which is kinda’ funny because I’d been looking forward to it for so long.
“I jinxed you,” Kathy said.
Yep.
Every 20 years I leave something behind.
Ollie was happy when I walked back through the door.
No passes for him this morning.
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