i was at logan airport with the other developers. we were all going to our separate vacation destinations. i went to the counter but i didn't have anything to check in. afterwards, i realized i forgot my luggage because i was thinking to myself, i'm going to be in turkey for two weeks, what if i need to change my underwear? that's when it hit me: i left my suitcase at home! i went to this empty airport cafe that had a row of public telephones. i needed to call my father, he can deliver my suitcase to the airport. the place was empty except for one table where matthew mcguire, developer extraordinaire, was sitting down and having coffee with matthew eagar, a high school classmate of mine. matthew eagar i sort of walked over back in school in order to rise to a higher social circle. i've always felt pretty guilty about that, and i remember in his senior yearbook i even wrote down, sorry i was so mean to you matthew. twin matthews. anyway, i was trying to call but i didn't have any change. and it's not just a quarter anymore either ever since verizon jacked up the price of a single call to 50 cents. so i was thinking i have to call collect, and i was debating whether to call 1-800-COLLECT or 10-10-321. which one has the better commercial? they're all pretty annoying. i decided to get change for a dollar, because i think either way it's going to be expensive. i looked at my watch. i had 20 minutes left before my plane departs. sure, my father can drive here in time, but i'm start getting a wee bit worried. i went to a check in counter and handed over a flimsy, damp one dollar bill to a young african-american girl behind the counter. she scrutinized the dollar carefully and i felt a little bit embarassed because maybe i should've given her a crispier bill but i just wanted to get rid of that unwanted single. she accepted the bill and handed me four quarters.
that's when i woke up and i've never been so relieved in my life!