Visiting grandmother, and getting home again

I visited my grandmother in Kansas City.  It was a year or two after my grandfather passed away (whereas in reality he outlived her by ten years).  Anyhow, I had a good visit, but started having problems when it was time to return home.  I had a lot of things to do at the last minute, including some banking.  At the bank, I had to wait in line a long time.  I was really starting to worry about missing my plane, but the banking was vital so I waited.  Eventually the teller handled my transaction, but the printer wasn’t working, and I really needed the receipt.  I mentioned that I was going to be late for my plane, and she said not to worry about it, as she would be happy to give me a ride to the airport (though I’m not sure exactly how that was going to help).

So once the printer was fixed and I got the receipt, we got in her car.  First she had to drive me back to my grandmother’s house so I could hurriedly pack my bags.  That turned out to be a disaster.  Things that I needed didn’t seem to be where I’d left them, but were scattered throughout the house.  I couldn’t find my laptop at all, but I found the charger for it under the kitchen table behind two pairs of men’s shoes.  At first I thought that they looked like some of my own shoes, but the size was wrong so I realized that they must have been my grandfather’s.  I expressed surprise at his shoes being under the kitchen table, and my grandmother said that she couldn’t bear to move anything from where he’d left it.

Finally I found the laptop and got everything packed, and the teller gave me the promised ride to the airport.  I did miss my flight, but managed to get a later flight that had a connection in another city.  In that city’s airport, once I got to the gate for the connecting flight, I realized that I’d lost the laptop again, somewhere in the airport.  I left the gate to look for it, but I didn’t find it.  However, now I’d lost my boarding pass, and the security guards wouldn’t let me go back to the gate.  I wandered around, and as I did so more and more of my stuff disappeared.  I feared that I would be stuck in that airport forever, without any of my posessions.

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