Someone at Delta must read me

MIAMI - Okay, so the Lady Spatula & I had a...well, let's just say a discussion  (grin)...Wednesday night, and needless to say, she wasn't the happiest of campers with me by the time I got there Saturday night.

Well, anyway, I got off the plane, met her and my beloved stepson (who's developing quite the reverse choke hold, thank you very much (ow)); she & I gave each other the requisite kisses while stepson is standing there blushing and trying not to notice (grin), and we proceed on down to Baggage to get my stuff.

My bag was about the 15th one out the chute, and here it came.

With a blue thong tied to the handle.

WT-Ever lovin'-F?????

And if looks could kill, I'd've been a dead man fifty times over, 'cause the daggers that the Lady was staring at me were double-poison-tipped.

Someone at Delta must have a death wish.  That, or they've read some of my fine work.

(grumble)