My younger son left my favorite denim jacket in the waiting area of an airport recently. When I realized it was missing, I ran for the OPEN airplane door explaining that I needed to get my jacket. The helpful stewardess says, Ma'am you can't leave the airplane once you are on. I explained my dilema, and she says I'll go check for you. One second later she comes back and says it wasn't there. (She couldn't have even walked the entire ramp.) I felt the same as how you feel when you call your insurance company and the lady on the other line, taps her fingernails on her desk pretending to type your information into the pretend computer. Nope! not covered! Thanks.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, denim jackets. So when that unhelpful stewardess lies and says she checked for your favorite jacket, but she really just re-applied her cherry lip gloss, go to the G-dub, and pick up a new favorite. There are at least 75 to choose from! (I like the boys or girls XL myself!)