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We returned the very next day, a few hours earlier, and while my mom quickly went to find a luggage cart, we drove around to find a parking spot. Having found one we then walked around the parking lot to find my mom. Irene commented to me, “Look for something big and gray.” I initially assumed she was referring to the luggage carts but she clarified she was talking about mom. The extra few hours made it a little easier to proceed although at one point we realized we hadn’t had breakfast. My dad bought a few raisin-sprinkled cakes for 7.5 tomans each which did not go too well with me as I did not like raisins. I chose not to say anything in order to not hurt my dad’s feelings and quietly left my cake on a napkin in the spot we had been sitting outside the airport, hoping that one of us would assume it’s theirs and finish it. Some time later I checked on the spot and saw that a janitor whom had started his sweeping route further ahead had reached our spot and in the process discarded our napkins and my half-eaten cake. For a split second I felt like saying something to him about reimbursement but then scratched that idea and thought that perhaps I should actually give him 7.5 tomans for his hard work, quickly calculating that it would put me at a 15 toman aggregate loss.


 

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