Between leaving Austin and moving to New York last year, I moved back in with my parents for the summer. I began to plan the move to NYC. Then I began to plan just in case I needed to move back to Austin or stay in Corpus Christi. In the end, I took a job in New York, rented a horrible apartment that I lived in for one night, found an apartment share on the Upper West Side, and officially relocated. It might sound easy, but this happened after an entire summer of flying back and forth between Texas and New York.
Somehow in the shuffle, I lost track of some pot I had purchased during college.
I’ve been somewhat stressed and trapped in the city all summer, due to work and graduate classes, and last month I started to yearn for my pot. I knew it was sitting at home in its baggie somewhere, collecting dust. I called my mom, explained the situation, and asked her to find the pot. She promised she’d pack it in my dad’s luggage when he came to visit in the next few weeks.
My dad can never fly without something weird happening. His luggage inevitably gets lost or damaged, or he is the victim of unwarranted harassment. When he flew into New York, his bags were apparently searched and searched and searched some more. Boxes of food he’d bought me were torn open. Clothes were unfolded and thrown about. The pot, of course, was seized. No one at the airport mentioned this to him, though. He got to my apartment and realized it was gone.
I’ve yet to try and replace what was so wrongfully stolen from me (well, my dad), and will not even attempt to call the airline and complain.
What would I say? “Some pot I bought last year was stolen from my dad’s suitcase, where he thought he’d carefully concealed it under some articles of clothing”?
“I’d go to Williams-Sonoma and get another. But I’m so cheap I bought a used cheese grater”?
now I have truly heard everything. i can’t believe parents would transport drugs cross country for their daughter.
Idiot commenteR: You’re slow, aren’tcha?
What would I say? “Some pot I bought last year was stolen from my dad’s suitcase, where he thought he’d carefully concealed it under some articles of clothing”?
“I’d go to Williams-Sonoma and get another. But I’m so cheap I bought a used cheese grater”?
Hey Man,
I found your pot. It was in the dishwasher. Go figure!
DG