Okay, I’m not dead. I
Okay, I’m not dead. I just lost my laptop, dammit.
Mass confusion in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport’s Hertz parking deck when I took the car from stall 601 instead of 602 like I was supposed to. I couldn’t get out of the deck because I had the wrong car, so I had to turn around and go back to stall 601…to find another guy taking the car I was supposed to have out of 602. I stopped him, we swapped cars . . . but I forgot my laptop was in the backseat of 601 and not in my carry-on like it usually is. Lucky for me, Ed McCready, Investment Banker, is a damn honest guy. (Thanks, Ed, wherever you may be.) He returned my laptop to Hertz, but by the time I got back to the Hertz office the next day (I didn’t realize it was missing until I’d driven a couple hundred miles away) the guy with the key to the lost-and-found room had gone home for the day and I had a plane leaving in 20 minutes. So now my poor laptop is somewhere in FedEx limbo trying to get home to me.
Dammit, I hate it when I’m stupid.