I was on Face book looking at a couple of pictures Sharla posted and I went to comment on one of them. I started to write about holding a poster in front of a spill on my shirt. As soon as I wrote the word poster I instantly felt sick, started sweating, and thought I was going to throw up. It hit me at that moment that we/I left the posters Sharla worked so hard at getting somewhere in the airport.
I sent her a message apologizing. She didn't believe me at first but over the next 3 messages I sent she knew I was dead serious. I called and talked to 3 different people at the airport in Japan asking if they had found the posters. I'm pretty sure one of the guys thought I was crazy. The last place I remember having them was security.
I felt, and still feel, TERRIBLE about losing the posters. What a terrible friend. Thank goodness Sharla sent me a message saying if this was the worst thing that happened to her she would be ok and that she wasn't that mad. She was either being truthful or at least faking it to make me feel better.
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