At the Denver airport last night, I went to thrash some garbage that we had accumulated. Absent-mindedly, I thrashed our printed boarding passes as well. It so happened, that a janitor was replacing the garbage bags at that very moment and so instead of throwing the stuff into the garbage bin, I threw it into a trolley that she was pushing.
Just before the plane started to board, I realized what I had done. For a few seconds, I couldn't spot the janitor and thoughts about spending the night at the airport briefly flashed through my mind. I finally found her and rummaged through the trash and let out a huge sigh of relief when I found the boarding passes.
It was a scary moment. Wife wasn't too happy and gave me a talking to. I always nag her about being careful and this was her chance to get back at me.
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