I took the red-eye from Los Angeles to Chicago with a little stop in Denver to let the injured passengers off the plane. The pilot said it was the most turbulence we’d experience (and survive).
While in California, I saw a greeting card that said, “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” I didn’t know what to make of it. I stood there, in Los Olivos Grocery, looking at the card. While I like the idea of things being right in the end, something about this sentiment made me uncomfortable. Maybe the card was preparing me for my flight.
In addition to the 20% off coupon, we received a $10 voucher for food while stuck in Denver. I was short on coffee, so I wanted to buy a pound at Starbucks. The voucher was rejected. It was good for Big Macs and fries, not Starbucks coffee by the pound. Everything is not okay. It must not be the end.