This day only partially existed. I got to the airport at 5am (after prom no less...) and was told I needed to check my bag at the gate. Dubiously, I left it with the stewardess. To no one's surprise, when I arrived in Atlanta, I was informed my bag had not made it on the plane. In a moment of weakness, I decided to get Popeye's to make myself feel better about the baggage situation. I got to the front of the line, ordered, and then realized my wallet was in the checked bag that was still in Charlottesville. They took back the biscuit and the show reached a new low. At least I ended up in Miami and was napping in the ocean air by 4pm... otherwise, homie would have been piiiiiiiiiiiiiissed!
Miles left: 56
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