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Sometimes You Just Know

Sometimes you just know what's going to happen, like, when flying Delta to Moscow (happened some years ago, flight was cancelled due to horrible weather, then they decided to send us there through Amsterdam, then changed it to Paris), at that vividly remembered moment, when we just checked in our suitcases to the Amsterdam flight and someone comes and says "no, they are going through Paris" and we are sadly looking at our luggage being slowly dragged by the conveyor belt to that Amsterdam flight we are not going to board anymore, and we say "what about our luggage" and they say "don't worry, it is going to be taken care of" and you just know it is not true.
And it wasn't, and we landed in Moscow in a middle of a snow storm, and most of our warm clothes were traveling to Amsterdam and back and it took them three days to finally reach Moscow.
Sometimes you just know, and now I am having another déjà vu moment, different curcumstances, same feeling... after mailing a check for my monthly parking spot on 8th avenue, I decided to make sure it reached the destination (I used to pay in person before), so I checked my bank statement online, and no, the check was not clearing day after day, so I went to the garage and paid in person again (late fee applied, naturally). The very next day my check clears, and I go there again, and there is no manager on duty, and I go there again the next day and there is, and "oh, I see; we will credit it towards next month", and... let's see, what I will get in the mail when the payment is due.
Sometimes you just know, but you still hope to be wrong, at least this one time...

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