Holiday Disaster: A Series of Unfortunate Events

I should’ve known my holiday was doomed the moment my suitcase exploded in the airport lobby.

I was standing in line to check in when the zipper finally gave up on life.

Clothes shot out like confetti—shirts, socks, even the pair of swim trunks with

neon flamingos my sister dared me to bring. People stared. A kid pointed.

An old lady stepped on my underwear. That was just hour one. My flight,

naturally, was delayed. Not because of weather or anything normal—no. Apparently a “rogue

shopping cart” had rolled across the runway. How does that even happen?

What was it shopping for? Why was it rogue? No one could explain. By the time we boarded,