All was going well. At 30 minutes into a routine flight, a cabin pressure change caused an ink pen, which I was using, to rupture. I was focused on my reading material and did not immediately notice the ink that was staining my hands. My seatmate noticed first and nudged me to take action. A handy snack wrapper came to the rescue. I wrapped the pen in cellophane, gingerly removed my seatbelt and headed to the back-of-the-plane lavatory.
An alert flight attendant noticed my predicament and handed me a couple of alcohol moistened, finger wipes. The alcohol worked. The droplets of ink spread all over, creating a smurfish appearance on both hands. I asked for more wipes and the second pair worked their magic. I follow-upped with hot soapy water and voila’ my hands were clean and unstained. I was amazed to notice that not a single dot of ink was on my clothes. The day was saved.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. I landed in Las Vegas to change planes and continued on to San Jose. At the baggage claim area, I learned that my luggage had taken a detour. I am not sure where my luggage went, but its passport now has several more stamps than mine. Again, this was a historic moment. In all my many years of travel, I had never been disappointed at baggage claim. Some 8 to 9 hours later, the airline delivered my suitcase to my hotel. I reconnected with the wayward bag at 0500, today.
Oh, and let us not forget, our 44th President was sworn in. It was a historic day.
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