The Sandwich Story
Game will be on soon, and we'll get our first look at post-Urlacher (this season, anyway) Bears football. But first...
Seven years ago, March 2002, I'm working in Nashville on a project, and every Thursday night I fly home for the weekend. So, I get to the airport and have about 40 minutes to board the plane when I see a guy with a great looking sub sandwich. As a curious and hungry type, I asked the gentleman where to procure such a meal. Turns out it was on the other side of the airport, but in Nashville, that's not a big deal.
So I lug my little wheelie rollaway luggage down to the shop where I wait in line and get myself one of these incredible sandwiches. Which I do, and take it back to the terminal where I'm chatting and eating and having a good time, and not at all noticing that I no longer had my luggage.
You see, I left it at the sandwich place. I was so psyched about my sub that I took the sandwich, left the wheelie. I make a mad dash for the sub stop, and sure enough my bag was still there. I even made it back to the terminal before takeoff. But the staff at the terminal already knew the answer to the question "Has your luggage been out of your sight at any point in time since entering the airport."
Busted.
Bye, bye plane. Hello security. But it WAS a good sandwich.
Did I mention we were having a dinner party that night? No problem, I already ate.
Go Bears!
CHILI DAN
