By Midge Peacock, June 15, 2016 — The first week of January, I was returning to Florida for the winter. I had asked my eldest daughter, Jan, if she would like to come back to Florida with me and enjoy the warm sun. She was delighted I asked her so she arranged her part-time job to come with me.
My youngest daughter, Sandy, lives closest to me and volunteered to take me to Atlantic City Airport. It was pouring rain, and we were to meet Jan coming down from the shoreline to Atlantic City Airport to meet me. All went smooth, so we went to stand in line for our boarding pass. As we were standing in line, a gentlemen in front of us ducked under the line, for an unknown reason to us. He left his carry-on bag and golf bag. When I looked at his carry-on, I noticed the zipper was open, and I pointed it out to my daughter. Being the concerned citizen, fearful he could loose something from his bag, when he got back in line, I said to him, “Your zipper is open.” He looked at me with a startled look and at that point, my daughter quickly said, “We noticed the zipper on your carry-on bag is partially open.” With a sigh of relief, he told us he left it open so he could buy a magazine and slip it in.
When will this old Broad learn to keep my mouth shut?
Just color me red.