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Barbie dolls and handcuffs are among the things left behind in my plane this week.
Sophie, a grandmother of 30 kids and great-grandmother of 39 kids, was returning to her village today. She was traveling with three of her great grand kids, ages five, four, and three. Probably the three most adorable Eskimo girls I've ever seen, dressed in kuspuqs with embroidered butterflies and wolf ruffs. The two oldest girls were clutching Barbie dolls with long blonde hair. One of the dolls wound up being forgotten, stuffed into a seat back pocket, its hair standing straight out in all directions due to the dry air. Fortunately the doll has been reunited with her girl by a thoughtful traveler.
Yesterday I transported three villagers to Bethel, courtesy of the State Troopers. It seems the villagers had a bit too much to drink. Rowdiness was followed by pepper spray, then 12 hours in the drunk tank, then a free flight to Bethel. Upon transferring the prisoners to the Bethel crew, my trooper tucked the handcuffs into a seat back pocket and forgot them. Good thing the Fun Police didn't find them: it would have been hard to explain.
Sophie, a grandmother of 30 kids and great-grandmother of 39 kids, was returning to her village today. She was traveling with three of her great grand kids, ages five, four, and three. Probably the three most adorable Eskimo girls I've ever seen, dressed in kuspuqs with embroidered butterflies and wolf ruffs. The two oldest girls were clutching Barbie dolls with long blonde hair. One of the dolls wound up being forgotten, stuffed into a seat back pocket, its hair standing straight out in all directions due to the dry air. Fortunately the doll has been reunited with her girl by a thoughtful traveler.
Yesterday I transported three villagers to Bethel, courtesy of the State Troopers. It seems the villagers had a bit too much to drink. Rowdiness was followed by pepper spray, then 12 hours in the drunk tank, then a free flight to Bethel. Upon transferring the prisoners to the Bethel crew, my trooper tucked the handcuffs into a seat back pocket and forgot them. Good thing the Fun Police didn't find them: it would have been hard to explain.
