🚗 The Unexpected Detour
The map led me to a quiet neighborhood ten miles from the airport. My suitcase — or whoever had it — had stopped moving.
Now, I’m no detective. I’m a wedding guest in heels. But something about watching that little dot pulse on the screen flipped a switch in me.
You don’t just give up when your best friend’s wedding dress is in that bag.
So I did what any rational, slightly unhinged traveler would do: I ordered an Uber.
“Where to?” the driver asked.
I smiled. “We’re going on an adventure.”