Some things bug me. They probably shouldn’t, but they do. And when things puzzle my brain, I’ll try to find out the reason, the answer. Sometimes though, the explanation isn’t always forthcoming. And for those questions and wonderments, I am terminally troubled. Why do tins…
Worrying you’ve packed all kinds of elicit and prohibited items as you allow your bag to be scanned at airport security. Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”. Not hearing someone for the third time so just smiling and hoping for the…
