Did anyone see my luggage at their airport today?
Tags :Humor
I left the house with every possible intention
of arriving with my luggage in hand. The great feeling of lugging
your bag through the airport after retrieving it from baggage claim and
putting it delicately in the trunk of the rental vehicle. The soft
thud of the trunk lid as you seal your multi-day belongings into it's new
cavern only a few feet off the ground instead of 29,000 feet. Then
it's happy return to a closet at the hotel where it is once again warm
and fondled by prying room cleaners throughout the day.
Well mine went AWOL. I am not sure
when it went, how it got out or if the guard dogs were sleeping. The
search lights were turned on, the alarm whistles were engaged and the bloodhounds
let loose at American
Airlines. Well at some point
during the day there was much rejoicing, celebration and sightings of alien
spaceships (that or low flying airplanes dropping lost luggage) as mine
was waiting for me at the hotel after returning from the client site today.
My luggage gave no indication of where
it was and refuses to talk no matter what torture has been placed on it
this evening. Bamboo shoots under the wheels, sleep deprivation,
nothing has worked in telling me of how it escaped to prevent it from occurring
in the future. Hmmm, I might have to ground it and take his smaller
brothers where I can cram them into overhead compartments and keep an eye
on them myself. I must run, it is time for a snack for myself and
more torture for the bag.
blog comments powered by Disqus
On Monday, February 16th, 2004 by Chris Miller
