It's been done before
When the perversity of the potato masher causes it to jam "that drawer" store it (and other long-stemmed kitchen implements) it the ugly vase which Uncle Harry and Aunt Gloria gave you many years ago.
FLYING HOME: Such a scare. Such a good brother. SUCH A GREAT BROTHER Almost a disaster.
On Sunday morning at 7:00 a.m. I set off by long distance coach ('bus) from Bristol to LHR for my flights back to SRQ via ATL. En route I rummaged through my carryon bag only to discover that I'd left my passport in the Hotel room. Gadzucks; my flights home were under threat. At LHR at the Delta reps. told me that the cut off for boarding was 10:30 a.m. NO PASSPORT? NO FLIGHTS HOME! (for days?) I 'phoned my brother Martyn to relate my tale of woe. Dear Martyn raced to the Hotel (six or so miles west from his home); and grabbed my passport. Then (breaking speed limits) he drove like Jehu on the eastbound Motorway from Bristol to LHR There he handed me the passport, at about 10:15 a.m. Then the DELTA staff surrounded me with what I can only describe as tenderness and efficiency to make sure that I boarded in time. The team of Martyn Povey/Delta staff be praised!
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