The Real Life Ferris Bueller

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There is no doubt in my mind that my brother is the real-life version of Ferris Bueller. No matter what he does, Brad somehow ends up smelling like roses at the end of every story. This isn’t just some lucky streak either. Brad has always been like this. The most recent tale of everything working out perfectly happened just the other day. Brad has been living abroad the last year for work. Yesterday he arrived home and after catching up on some sleep, my parents and Brad sat down to Google Chat with me. Brad regaled me with this story:

Following an all-nighter with his friends in Romania as a final goodbye, Brad packed his things and called a taxi to get to the airport. He had two huge suitcases and a hiking backpack filled with his laptop and important paperwork. The taxi arrived and after a few moments playing Tetris with his bags, Brad’s gear was in the car and ready for travel. The driver didn’t speak any English and Brad doesn’t speak Romanian but somehow they were able to chat all the way to the airport. When they arrived Brad grabbed his things, paid the man, and went inside.

Thirty minutes passed as Brad attempted to wake up before the flight. Not knowing what gate he needed to go to Brad decided to confirm with his ticket before checking in. There was only one problem: Brad wasn’t wearing his backpack. His money, important paperwork, and laptop were all left in the taxi. Brad went to the help desk to see what they could do. No one there spoke English. He went outside to the taxi stand to see if his taxi was still outside. No one at the stand spoke English. With two hours before his flight Brad decided to at least check his other bags and worry about the backpack later. When he arrived at the check-in desk the flight attendant spoke perfect English. Of course she did. The woman called the taxi company and they connected her to the driver. Was the bag still in the cab? Yes! The driver would be by momentarily to drop off Brad’s backpack. The cab driver arrived soon after and delivered the backpack with everything in it directly to Brad. He thanked the man and went through security to board his plane.

After a long flight with a plane change in Munich Brad finally arrived back in The States. He had become friendly with the man sitting next to him on the plane and the two men chatted all the way through customs. It was then Brad decided to turn on his cell phone to tell my parents he had arrived. After checking every pocket it occurred to Brad that he left his cell phone on the plane. He found another flight attendant and asked if they could check his seat for the phone. A few minutes passed before they called back with unfortunate news. No phone was found anywhere near his seat. “Oh well”, Brad thought to himself. He has insurance on his phone. However, since Brad is Ferris Bueller, no insurance coverage was needed that day. “Who was it that lost their phone,” a woman said moments after the debacle. Brad went over to her to say it was his. She had it the whole time and simply forgot what he looked like. The phone was turned on, my parents picked Brad up, and everyone arrived back in New Hampshire with all of their belongings.

If it were anyone else, that backpack would have been lost forever. If it had been anyone else, no cell phone would have been returned that day. Only Ferris Bueller could lose so many important and personal possessions in a 12-hour span and have them all returned with little to no effort. I guess what really upsets me about the whole thing is that if Brad is Ferris Bueller, then I’m the sister that ends up with Charlie Sheen.

About Abby Smith

Abby Smith is a ginger lady born and raised in The Shire (New Hampshire that is). She now lives in Los Angeles and spends her days burning in the sun and wishing southern California got more snow. If she had a cow she would name it Moolan. You can follow her on Twitter @ReddHede or on Tumblr at aellensmith.tumblr.com

About Abby Smith

Abby Smith is a ginger lady born and raised in The Shire (New Hampshire that is). She now lives in Los Angeles and spends her days burning in the sun and wishing southern California got more snow. If she had a cow she would name it Moolan. You can follow her on Twitter @ReddHede or on Tumblr at aellensmith.tumblr.com

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