Short post from an exhausted gal. Home. Flight delays. Ran over a mile in less than 20 minutes to catch my flight out of Minneapolis after delays out of New York. Flight attendant offered to call a medic. I settled for a glass of water and a towel.
Was robbed at LaG and came home virtually penniless, but hey, happy to be on the ground in one piece. My advice: always be on the alert when two TSA agents are working in cahoots and one distracts you while the other one palms your money.
Joe wants me to report it to the FBI . . .all I want is my name to NOT ever surface on anyone's list . . .there is no chance of recovering the money anyway.
My luggage is circling the globe. Joe-maha needs it back to pack to leave for Louisiana tomorrow or he packs his skivvies in an Army duffle bag. . . .wow is all I am going to say. . .