A picture is worth a thousand turds!
I went to Phoenix to meet with a Very Important Surgeon for work, and my luggage was lost!! So I had to meet with him while wearing the jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt that I had been wearing the day before (not to mention no deodorant or makeup). To make this situation even more unsavory, I decided to WALK from the hotel to the hospital instead of take a taxi (it was only a mile, after all), but it began raining (hard) with 5 minutes of walking to go! So when I arrived, I was the stringy-haired, stinky, unmade-up (with under-eye baggies from the very delayed flight), super-casual and soaked representative of my company. I think the V.I.S. appreciated the wet t-shirt contest, maybe. Howevs, everything turned out wonderfully and everyone to whom I told my lost luggage sob story was so nice to me and told me their own lost luggage tale. One lady was going to a meeting for her tribe and her luggage had been lost, so she had to meet the Chieftan in her velour tracksuit or something instead of the traditional costumery. This lady also wouldn't hear my apologies about my appearance: to her, I looked "friendly and nice." Later, she called me "dear heart!" This truly was a magical trip.