As I write this, it’s 6:10am Monday morning and I’m in Dallas, Texas, at the airport Marriott, getting ready to fly to Jackson, Mississippi for a deposition. I’m waiting for the 6:30 airport shuttle, because I dragged too slowly this morning and missed the 6am.
Instead of a suit, I’m wearing weekend clothes: running shoes, shorts, t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. Not because of some agreement with opposing counsel to keep this dep casual, but because I had to check my luggage for the first time in years (other than checking at the gate). I had 3 bags last night: my briefcase, my roller bag, and a file box of documents, exhibits for the dep. I had to check either the box or the suitcase; since the box is awkward, I thought I’d probably check the box. Once I got to the airport, though, I decided I’d go ahead and check both.
What I didn’t realize is that the airline would check the bags through to Jackson. When I landed in Dallas, I went to the baggage claim, waited, and when neither my suitcase nor my box came off the belt, had a little chat with the lost luggage guy. He informed me that my bags had arrived in Dallas, and were sitting on the luggage ramp, waiting to be loaded onto the plane to Jackson in the morning. Unfortunately, only the ticket agents possess the ancient magical power to contact the baggage handlers and cause them to retrieve my luggage, and they had all left for the evening to attend a coven meeting or whatever. The lost luggage guy, it seems, was there only to assist with lost luggage: inaccessible luggage of reasonably certain location was outside his balliwick.
I spoke to his supervisor on the phone (the one that can’t connect with the baggage handlers), who told me the same thing. As I hung up and walked away, Lost Luggage Guy said, “Have a good evening!” and I jumped over the counter and punched him in the face.
All right, I didn’t punch him in the face. I did suggest that having a good evening was probably not on the agenda.
I’m going to finish this on my iPhone on the airport shuttle, so please forgive the typos.
I was traveling much of last week (shout out to Peoria!) for work, and had a busy weekend before flying out last night, and it shows in my stats.
On writing: only about 650 words in Project Hometown, including the 500 or so I wrote on the plane last night. I’m on scene 3, and may finish it on the way home tonight. This week, I plan to send “Jimmies” off again, in its drastically reduced form (now 40% off!).
Update: I’m at the airport, back on my laptop. My attempt to regain custody of my luggage has failed, because the airline has it set to go on an earlier flight. What happened to the post-9/11 idea of not allowing luggage onto a plane without the passenger? I got myself onto the early flight, too, so at least I’ll have more time in Jackson to deal with any further SNAFUs.
On running: I was too tired while I was in Peoria to run; those were long days. I had one short run on Tuesday morning, then did 10 miles on Sunday morning in 1:32:30, a leisurely 9:15 min/mile pace. I need to register for a half marathon to motivate myself. Also, I think I need new running shoes; my Saucony Grid Stabil 5s — best running shoes ever — were discontinued a couple of years ago, and I pulled the shrink wrap off my last pair more than 6 months ago. I tried a pair of the Stabil 6s and hated them — they felt awful, stiff and yet too thin — but now those have been replaced as well, hopefully by something better.
That’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll update tonight with the final report on my luggage, and whether I take this deposition wearing shorts.
Sounds hectic! Hope you get your luggage back.
And good on you for getting some writing done, even with all of that going on! Talk about dedicated!
That sucks! At least you were comfortable on the flight, right?
Oh, and baggage can go on with out the passenger as long as it was done by the airline, not the passenger deciding to get off the plane. Make sense?
Hope your flight home is less eventful.
Another reason why I hate flying! Your luggage goes one way, you go the other.
I avoid flying for that very reason. And…all the other reasons that flying sucks. There’s nothing about it that isn’t stressful. Hope you caught up with it eventually.
I love flying. Everything about it thrills me. But then, I only get on a plane once in a blue moon. I guess if you have to do it all the time for business, it loses its charm.
Hope everything worked out with your luggage!
Normally, I’m fine with flying (except when the kids are with me). I got thrown off my game this time because I was forced to check my luggage, which I haven’t done — except for the occasional last minute gate check — in at least two or three years. It was a needed reminder of how things can go wrong even when the airline doesn’t actually screw up. By their logic, everything was perfect — they were going to get my luggage to Jackson before me. How could that be bad?