Mike watched anxiously as a spark shot from the whining engine of the jet parked on the tarmac. "I've got an enormous case of the jitters." he confided to Ed. "And, I'm worried that my luggage is going to be mangled like it was last time."
His bellicose and normally jovial business partner ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I swear I'm going to go insane watching you dither around the lobby. You've not a vestige of composure left to your name. With all the times you've travelled I'm stumped as to why you are so uptight."
"Well for one thing, that's my suitcase dangling from the luggage handlers cart and look, there it goes, onto the tarmac. Now it's going to be all scuffed up and may not even make it onto the plane. Oh wait....that's not my suitcase, that's YOUR suitcase." Mike leaned back in his seat and relaxed for the first time that day as he watched Ed go ballistic over the way his luggage was being handled.