Rosa’s Revenge

As a result of my prior post, a good friend suggested I write a scenario – that might explain how the wedding ring of Rosa’s husband ended up on the floor at the American Airlines check in station at O’Hare Field So. . .  here ’tis.

ROSA’S REVENGE
[A play in one act]
A loudspeaker announces “American Airlines Flight 346 to San Francisco will soon be boarding at Gate H8”  A couple is walking quickly – the man several steps ahead of his wife.  
Alonzo: [Angrily]  Move it, Rosa – I wanna get to the gate.
Rosa: Wait a sec. I may have left my sandwich at the TSA check poi . . .
Alonzo: Your SANDWICH? @X&*%x!! I mean come ON woman. . . .
Rosa: Sorry Alonzo. But I spent six dollars on th. . .
Alonzo: Get a move on. [Snarling] I’ll buy you a bag of pretzels on the flight.
Rosa: Yes Alonzo.
Alonzo: Geeesh. . . .
Rosa: Alonzo?
Alonzo: What NOW?
Rosa: [Looking at Alonzo] Where is your wedding ring?
Alonzo: (Looks at his hand) My we. . . . .
Rosa: I saw you fiddling with it back at check in when you were staring at that young woman who walked by.
Alonzo: [Growling] It’ll turn up.
Rosa: What do you mean ‘turn up’?
Alonzo: I. . . I . . . . I. . . mean uhmm. . . . .
[At that moment a pair of Chicago Police officers walk by]
Rosa: Officer?
Officer One: [Stops] Yes ma’am?
Rosa: This man is harassing me [points at Alonzo]. He’s a stalker.
Alonzo: But but but but but. . . . .
Officer One: Sir [grabbing his arm] come with us.
Alonzo: But but but but. . . .
Rosa: Thank you officer.
[Rosa continues walking.  She smiles and begins whistling as she approaches the gate.  Minutes later, an observant, older and very handsome gentleman finds the ring, calls out “Rosa”??   And reports the find to authorities]
CURTAIN

The Wedding Ring

[An update from March 10, 2013]   I find things.  As a kid I found Indian artifacts and detritus on Civil War battlefields (see post of 2/12/12).  Today, I find wallets, money, cell phones and jewelry (see post of 8/1/12).  Just by being observant. 

In January 2013, I was at O’Hare Field with my family.  Terminal 3 American Airlines.  Standing in front of a self-service check-in thingee.  Going through the ritual.  And I looked down.  There was a circular object on the floor.  At first it looked like a small bare key ring.   My gaze sharpened.  I bend down and picked it up.  It was a wedding ring.   A man’s wedding ring.  I looked around then squinted at the inside.  There was an inscription – a date in 2002 and the name “Rosa.”  I raised my voice inquiringly to those nearby — “Rosa”?   The only looks I got were the curious — not the that’s me or someone I know look.   I padded over to one of the AA stations (no. 39 as I recall) and I told the woman behind the counter that I’d found a wedding ring and that the inscription said “Rosa.”  I asked if she could make an announcement.  And she did.  Inside the entire terminal.  “Anyone losing an item that relates to Rosa please report to station thirty-nine.”   Now I had to catch a plane so I gave the woman my card and a few details on the ring and went on my way.   Ring in my left pocket.  As we walked, I heard the announcement a second – then third – time. 

Since reporting the find, I heard nothing.  I called the TSA and AA Lost & Found stations.  Gave them the details.   American Airlines posted the find on Facebook – and it generated over 600,000 “hits.”  Yet – no response. 

I kept the ring on my desk at home.  Waiting.  In the bowl where I keep “found” money – and things.  I wanted to get a call.   I could envision Rosa standing there, arms akimbo, asking her hubby “where did you leave your wedding ring” and the poor soul is going “duhhh I dunno.”  [Update – the ring remained on my desk for several years.  It has now – regrettably – been deaccessed and the funds donated to a charity].  Sorry Rosa. . . . .

The Wedding Ring

I find things.  As a kid I found Indian artifacts and detritus on Civil War battlefields (see post of 2/12/12).  Today, I find wallets, money, cell phones and jewelry (see post of 8/1/12).  Just by being observant. 

A few weeks ago, I was at O’Hare Field with my family.  Terminal 3 American Airlines.  Standing in front of a self-service check-in thingee.  Going through the ritual.  And I look down.  There is this circular object on the floor.  At first it looks like a small bare key ring.   My gaze sharpens a bit.  I bend down and pick it up.  It’s a wedding ring.   A man’s wedding ring.  I look around then squint at the inside.  There’s an inscription – a date in 2002 and the name “Rosa.”  I raise my voice inquiringly to those nearby — “Rosa”?   The only looks I get are the curious — not the that’s me or someone I know look.   I padded over to one of the AA stations (no. 39 as I recall) and I told the woman behind the counter that I’d found a wedding ring and that the inscription said “Rosa.”  I did not share the date.  I asked if she could make an announcement.  And she did.  Inside the entire terminal.  “Anyone losing an item that relates to Rosa please report to station thirty-nine.”   Now I had to catch a plane so I gave the woman my card and a few details on the ring and went on my way.   Ring in my left pocket.  As we walked, I heard the announcement a second – then third – time. 

Since then I’ve heard nothing.  I called the TSA and AA Lost & Found stations.  They have the details.   I sent an email to AA execs suggesting a post on Facebook about the ring.  But there’s been only silence. 

I have the ring on my desk at home.  Waiting.  In the bowl where I keep “found” money – and things.  I’d like to get a call.   I’m sure Rosa is standing there, arms akimbo, asking her hubby “where did you leave your wedding ring” and the poor soul is going “duhhh I dunno.”  If you have any ideas on how to get Rosa’s hubby out of big trouble, let me know.