Two weeks ago I blogged about the fact that Air Canada had lost my bag between Seattle and Dublin. I wrote:
I was trying to remember the last time this happened. It might have been that terrible trip that I took in the mid-1990’s, when British Airways managed to lose the same bag twice! (The first time when I was flying from Heathrow to Stockholm, the second when I was flying from Lyon to Heathrow a few days later.)
Today, I got to Heathrow nice and early. I checked in, dropped off my bag ((double-checking that it wasn’t too early – if bags stay in the system beyond a certain time limit, they get “embargoed”, which sounds bad.)), and several hours later I boarded a 747-400 to fly home. 8 hours and 46 minutes after take-off, we landed in Seattle; after I’d deplaned ((ugly term)) and cleared Immigration, I went down to the baggage carousel. After a few minutes, I heard them paging half a dozen passengers, including me.
Yup. British Airways had left my bag in London.
I was really looking forward to blogging about how well this trip had gone, especially the final Saturday. But right now I think I need…
- a litre of cold water
- some real (i.e. non-airline) food, and
- a stiff drink
… in that order.