I was flying back from England with Graeme. After making sure he was okay, I opened up my laptop to do some work on The Casements. But my attention wandered to the seat-back screen, and I found myself watching an engrossing film called Captain Underpants. Once back at the house and in my nightie, I realized that I’d left my laptop on the plane, and… it was open.
This was dire. Stomach churning, I refrained from throwing up and shot into action. I sent a direct message to Air Canada via Twitter, and two angelic beings on @AirCanada worked their magic. The plane was still at the airport, they reported. New message: The laptop had been located. If I would drive out to the airport right now, someone would wait for me and meet me at the curb outside Terminal One, laptop in hand. My walking partner Coleen drove me out: sure enough, there was the promised laptop. And that’s how I regained the highly embargoed Testaments, thus escaping a hanging at the hands of my editors.
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