That Time I Inadvertently Sent a Homeless Man to Hell
The Belizean snack aisle kind of hell, anyway
Arriving home from Belize with a questionable case of Covid, I make my meandering way toward the baggage claim. With a worsening cough and a growing malaise, the conveyor belt rotates ad nauseam without a single suitcase in sight. As the overlaid metallic surface continues cycling around and around in a grating in…
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