In what I’m sure will come as no surprise, the flights out and back went absolutely fine.<\/p>\n
I travelled extremely light, as far as carry-ons go. Normally, I have my shoulder bag filled with all manner of magazines, books, my shaving kit, and whatever-else. This time though, for efficiency’s and simplicity’s sake, I packed it all in the checked bag and walked on the plane with my nerdy book about Rome. That was it.<\/p>\n
Served me fine on the way out and the way back. I read some and napped some and everything went smooth as an appropriate analogy.<\/p>\n
Until we got back to Baltimore.<\/p>\n
And they told us our bags were in Charlotte.<\/p>\n
Our bags. Were in Charlotte.<\/p>\n
In fact, every bag that should have been on our plane went to Charlotte. This wasn’t a complicated flight – no crazy connections. It orginated in St. Louis and ended in Baltimore. Literally, the baggage handlers from American Airlines put our bags on a Charlotte-bound plane and their bags on our plane. Nice move.<\/p>\n
All is well; I drove over to the airport at lunch and picked up our bags. They took a scenic detoir through Dallas, but we have them now and that’s that.<\/p>\n
Still though, it was wierd to leave the airport last night with nothing but an 800 number and a promise that we’d see our bags soon – promise.<\/p>\n
And now? Now it’s home to change and then over to Golden West for some half-price burgers. And beer. Lotsss of beer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In what I’m sure will come as no surprise, the flights out and back went absolutely fine. I travelled extremely light, as far as carry-ons go. Normally, I have my shoulder bag filled with all manner of magazines, books, my … Continue reading