16 Ladies Seldom Eat Cheese
Thankfully, the flight from Athens to Boston is a direct one. I really doubt I could have convinced myself to get on a connecting flight after the ordeal I just experienced. And I’m not sure what the worst part of it was—fearing that I was going to die in a plane crash or having a hairless cat drool all over my teddy bear.
Fortunately, there’s no one waiting to arrest me when we land. The flight attendant tells me that she’s going to let me off with a stern warning, but that an incident like that better not happen again or else the airline will bar me for life. It wasn’t much of a scare tactic. I have no plans to board another plane ever again.
As I wait in line for a taxi, I turn my phone on. After a few moments, it beeps repeatedly, letting me know that I
