B is for Baggage

My stomach churning I grabbed my Bag and ran as fast as my little legs could carry me through the doors of the airport departure area. I located a Delta person…

”I was told by curbside man I had to check-in here. Something about special handling?”

“There's the line,” he said.

 “I have been queuing outside for over an hour. My flight leaves in half an hour,” hysteria creeping into my voice.

He beckoned for another more senior Delta person who ushered me to the front of the queue where I waited some more. Finally after what seemed like hours, but in fact was only minutes my Bag was being weighed. There were no questions about dogs or animals this time.

“Your Bag won’t get on this flight,” Delta lady said sympathetically.

“So what do I do now?" I replied with resignation.

 Well, Delta lady proceeded to schedule me onto another flight, free of charge. So my 9AM flight became a 4:50PM flight. There is so much more to this story, but you have so many A-Zers to follow, so I will skip to the end of the Bag saga.

On arriving in Nashville I made my way to Baggage claim and received a call from Husband. Delta contacted him and said my Bag was not on my flight and to check with Baggage services.

Wondering how Bag could not be on the same flight as me…..I mean really….

Guess what, Bag made the original 9AM flight after all. Bag had been sitting in the lonely Nashville Baggage room with all the other unclaimed or lost  Bags for 8 hours, while I sat in Minneapolis waiting for my rescheduled flight.

What can one say only Bleedy H E Hockey Sticks! Excuse my French!  :)

Hope to "C" you Monday.