W is for

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Wheels

Spring Break in Nashville(con't)

This is another bag story. 

I don't think I told you way back in ‘B’, the night before my departure to Nashville, I discovered the zip to my suitcase was broken. I had to make an emergency trip to the shop for a new one. I found and purchased a suitcase and matching laptop bag.  Since I was a small child I dreamt of owning a full set of matching luggage. Alas….I have yet to realize that dream. But I digress back to ‘W’

Infamous Bag

This tale of Woe unfolds enroute from Warm and sunny Nashville to the Winter Wilds of Wisconsin. There were no unmerciful queues to deal with, my bag was checked in a timely fashion and I actually got on the flight I had booked. Whew!


Th flight arrived in Minneapolis on time.   Met Husband waiting in the baggage claim area. We made our way to the carousel were we Waited and Waited some more because as usual my bag is one of the last to appear. Husband sighs…..his short term parking fee has just increased by three dollars.

Husband pulls Week old bag off the carousel and it keels over! I grab the handle to straighten it and it keels over again. On closer examination I notice a Wheel is missing. When my bag and I parted ways in Nashville it had four Wheels.  On arrival in Minneapolis it had three.  I insisted on reporting the missing Wheel. Husband looked at the time and sighed with resignation. Parking fee was about to take another hike. 


I queued to lodge my complaint at the baggage desk.  Who do you think I come face to face with.  The Airline Desk Lady who checked me in on 'A'.   As I relayed my tale of Woe I wondered if she remembered me.  She came out from behind her desk and examined my three Wheeled Week old bag. 
 "I'm sorry we don't cover damaged luggage.  The best I can do is give you a $50 voucher," she said. 

What a nice Airline Desk Lady!