Too easy

I have been so busy; I’ll need to take a minute to get caught up. I should have known from the beginning that there would be issues, there always are. But getting through Dulles was so easy…..there, I said it, the E word. Shortly after getting there, “sorry the plane is broken, please have a 3 hour wait while we find another one.” This was a problem because my layover on Brussels was how long? That’s right, 3 hours! Keeping in mind that I had my personal baggage and 12 large boxes of medical supplies, I rushed to make calls to get a plan in place. Finally, the gate announcement came “Thank you for your wait, congratulations for you, we have a plane, and good news, it is not broken! [sic]” During the decent, the attendant came on the intercom, “ Would the medical team going to Kinshasa please come to the front of the plane?” Surely they didn’t mean me! “Passenger Robinson, please push the call light.” Ugh, here we go. They thought I could sprint to the next gate and catch the flight, unaware of my luggage situation. Additionally, four other gentlemen had moved to the front. I politely asked them who they were with, assuming they were also a ‘medical team’. “The obvious leader snapped, “We’re doctors!” A bit annoyed, I retorted, “Really, what’s you background?” The lead spoke up as they looked at each other, “In Medicine!”