Leaving on a Jet Plane…Or Am I?

By the second or third day of drinking and eating poutine in Canada (or as YumYummy’s beau calls it, North America Canada), YumYummy suggested I extend my stay.


Being that I had the privilege of a lot of extra time off work, an extended stay was something I seriously contemplated.


As the departure day arrived I stripped the sheets off my bed in the basement, threw them in the wash, cleaned the bathroom, and packed my suitcase.


We went to lunch – a last supper of sorts – then returned to YumYummy’s home to retrieve my suitcase and head to the airport.


With more than enough time on my hands and less than one hour to arrive at the airport, I decided to extend my flight.


A few minutes later my suitcase was unpacked, the clean sheets were on my bed and YumYummy and I were enjoying a Fruli.


As it turns out, I’m not leaving on a jet plane and I don’t know when I’ll be back again.

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