We've all been there at some point or another and for a frequent flier, it's an unpleasant right of passage. For me, I appear to be cursed by this. Nearly every 3 out of 4 flights I've had in the past year resulted in me not having my checked luggage upon arrival. How often does this happen to you? What was your worst episode of your bag missing? Your best?
Please feel free to share. I'll begin
Best: Upon arrival in AMS
/KL lost my bag and after claiming it missing, they gave me a care package (i.e. socks, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.). However, soon after I arrived at my hotel, the lady behind the desk notified me of my bag and kept watch on it until I walked into the lobby. Attached to it was a KLM voucher (also valid on NW
) for around 30 Euros off my next flight with them. Unfortunately that voucher will never be used by me, but I my jaw dropped when I found out it took KLM only three hours to find my bag and return it to me.
My plane sat on the ground in DTW
for an hour so the moment we pushed back, I knew I missed my connection. I arrived in DEN
around 90 minutes late. The place was a zoo as many people had the same problem. F9
placed me on the next UA
flight out of here who said it should leave DEN
in around 4 hours. They have me a food voucher so I walked to the tram to get to the UA
concourse. I missed the tram by a matter of seconds. Thinking this day couldn't have been any worse, I somehow became adopted by a very redneck couple and a Russian speaking family who barely spoke English who were on both flights as well. The redneck lady (aka Mole woman) was around 300 pounds and had the longest fingernails I've ever seen and sat next to her for both flights. After waiting for eternity having to try and interpret for the family with me not even knowing any Russian, our 757 to PDX
finally arrived. Where did it come from? DTW
of course. The guy checking me in found it incredibly ironic about it coming in from there. At that point, I began to wonder why I didn't even think about flying UA
. I told him that this just has to be a bad dream. I boarded the plane and left DEN
. I got in around six hours late and the whole time not being able to call my ride. I forgot my boarding pass on the plane, making it harder to track my bag. After filling out a report, I waited for my ride for three hours. It was around 9 pm and my uncle finally pulled up to the curb and drove to his place. The next day we headed up to around Mt. Hood. Hours after we left, the bag arrived so I wore nothing but hand-me-downs for the whole trip and only had my bag for a day until flying back home. Fortunately the flights back home had no problems.
The air in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious because it's the same the angels breathe.