I’ve always seen myself as the black cat with the rain cloud over its head
J. is the person for whom things always work out in the craziest ways. I always joke that people hand J. money. It’s not far from the truth.
When J. was flying to Miami once, the lead flight attendant announced over the loudspeaker that J. should come to the front of the plane upon landing. “You’ve won a VIP escort.” J. stepped out of the plane and nearly fell onto a bright pink golf cart with J.’s name in digital letters scrolling across the top.
J. and I have traveled the world together over the years. My job is to stand behind the invisible red line and look nonchalant whenever J. approaches an airline desk. This is a person who knows the system and has tremendous good fortune when it comes to planes.
“Say yes!” J. barked at me once in Hong Kong, interrupting my people-watching.
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