It wasn't until I was at the airport that I learned your flight had been canceled. I got to the airport in plenty of time for once, a big bouquet of roses in hand, to welcome you home. I ran all the way to the cross-country arrival gates and strode up to the info screen with plenty of time. You would be so surprised to see me! And then I saw it. Flight 303 was blinking and highlighted. Canceled. I felt my shoulders slump. The birthday curse had struck again. My identical twin sister and I would spend the day on opposite sides of the continent once more. My phone buzzed. It was you. "Don't go to the airport," you said. "My flight's canceled." "Too late," I replied. "I'm already there!" "What - you? On time? I don't believe it!" "I got here with time to spare. And I got you roses." "You didn't!" I took a quick photo of the bouquet and sent it to her. "You did!" ...