En Route

So, when we got on the plane in Newark, the baggage guy took our suitcases and said “Mexico City, Ms. Diaz?” and I laughed because he was holding our boarding passes, so I thought he was kidding — also because airport security is known for their senses of humor and cordial dispositions — but Stick stopped him before he actually stickered our bags for Mexico.

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