The closet of the guest room we are redecorating is where I keep all the travel stuff; suitcases, backpacks, carry-ons, bathroom and cosmetic bags and the like. We travel a fair bit and it had gotten messier than I can stand. Can't have a nicely appointed guest room with a pig-bomb of a closet! I was just mid-flow cleaning, organizing and chucking in there when I came across an old friend. The airplane seat belt extender I had "lifted" from a United flight in 1999 so I could have one at all times and never again have to suffer the extreme humiliation of having to ask for one.
I haven't needed it since 2008 and it was buried in the bottom of a bag full of other bags, plastic bags, zipper bags. (I descend from a long line of bag ladies, it seems.) My first instinct was to save it (Fat Andra has been around my head a bit lately,) file it away "just in case." But then I got a hold of myself. There is no just in case. There is no going back. I made my peace and tossed it. Bye now, b-bye, thanks for flying the friendly skies.