A talk with my hairdresser about lost luggage.
He said: “My cousin came from France for Christmas and he is still waiting for his luggage.”
“Still?”
“Yes, he is back in France. His luggage got lost on his way to New York but by the time the suitcases arrived here he was back in Europa already, and now his luggage is still at JFK I believe.”
“A nightmare,” I said.
The hairdresser said: “Imagine you have food in your suitcase.”
“Food?”
“Yes, food.”
“You mean things to eat?”
“Yes.”
“In your lost luggage?” I asked.
The hairdresser nodded.
“That’s unpleasant,” I answered. “For all people involved.”
“It’s a shame,” the hairdresser said.