I assured her that I had gate-checked it on the previous flight, and asked to do that again. “No, she said. “You have to go back to the terminal and check it.” My heart was now pounding.
That’s when I heard the stranger’s voice behind me.
“I’ll take it, honey,” he said.
“Then what are we doing here?” he yelled back, grabbing my suitcase and throwing in into the truck. “Let’s go, Grandma.”