as if there was ever any doubt. well, there isn't anymore. i am officially the worst person ever to have to have a paper airplane ticket (a.k.a. stupidest person ever). indeed, i have managed to lose my return ticket from milan to london (with its 2 lovely connections). instead i have to hitchhike my way over to london, where american may or may not let me get home. with any luck, i can become like tom hanks in that movie terminal, speak with a corny eastern european russian accent, and wait for a hot chick to fall in love with me (i never saw the movie, but i assume that is what happens). if i am less lucky, i will remain in the greater woburn of italy making a living by selling flashing yoyos and mayonaise sandwiches. prego, prego.
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