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I've got baggage

"Karma" -Buddists. "What comes around, goes around"-Karate Kid.

I make fun of the French, and by extension, the French Canadian. Sunday, they got some revenge - pretending to lose my luggage somewhere over the Atlantic.

It was a long, long travel day. I was up at 4am in Germany, after a night of zero sleep for fear of missing the alarm. My connecting flight left Copenhagen while we were unable to land in the fog. After waiting for the fog to clear, we jumped to refuel airport in Norway (I think) then finally got to Copenhagen.

In Copenhagen, the powers that be decided the best route to get me home was through Toronto. Cool. So in Toronto, US customs (what are we doing in Canada? We apparently have taken over the joint)required I collect my bag and re-drop off. Only no bag.

After hitting all the possible bag locations on 3 levels of airport, it was determined no bag. I cleared both Canadian and US customs. Awesome times.

I finally made it back to Newark and drove home. Now, 3 days after the flight, I am told FedEx is bringing my bag. Yay.

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Anonymous said…
Germany - Denmark - Norway - Toronto - Newark? Fire your travel agent.

Noj nOj noJ
8:58 AM
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