Luggage, What Luggage?
We stood in baggage claim for a good half hour watching the same bags go round and round before giving up. We were among the last people off the plane, but we thought that maybe our luggage just hadn’t been put out yet. We were wrong.
At first the lost luggage was a okay. We had to take the train and the tube (I’m so English now) from the airport and didn’t know how we would manage with three large suitcases, a bass, a tenor sax, two laptops and a bookbag. I didn’t realize how difficult the journey would be. Once we got to our friends’ house, I told my husband that he was crazy for thinking that we could do it with all that stuff.
Today only one suitcase was delivered. Of course, that suitcase belonged to my husband. That’s the kind of luck I have. The airline still has no idea where the other bags are. I keep telling myself they’ll show up. I also kept telling myself it isn’t really snowing here and I’m not really freezing.
