Ten hours later, three completely different planes, two completely different airways and misplaced baggage I made it to my resort. Sure, throughout all of the shuffling round and cancelled flights the kid behind the counter advised me that my bag by no means left Memphis…”Sorry,” he stated. All I had with me have been the garments on my again, briefcase and a bitter style in my mouth for Northwest Airways.
I wanted clear garments…perhaps the resort might assist. The good younger woman (15 years old at greatest) behind the resort counter advised me exactly the place the washer and dryers have been. I requested if room service might launder my garments for me. She rambled off one thing about company coverage…in fact she did not have a clue what I used to be asking. I advised her that I did not thoughts strolling across the resort bare whereas my garments have been washing, however a few of the different friends would possibly. Lastly she bought the message. A cab was referred to as so I might do some final minute purchasing at Goal.
Heading Home…
My enterprise was accomplished. Time to go home. I stood there shoeless within the safety line, as I watched the safety guard drag out my soiled socks from my laptop temporary case. I do know everybody noticed me blush. “Ought to have thrown these away”, I believed. Simply earlier than boarding my aircraft again to Memphis, my cell phone rang. “Sir, nice information…your bag simply arrived in Denver.” Drawback. I used to be about to board my aircraft and baggage declare was three practice rides and one other lengthy humiliating wait by way of the safety line. “My aircraft leaves in 10 minutes!” They stated for my ‘comfort” they might put my bag on the subsequent aircraft to Memphis. This was the final time I’d ever use Northwest Airways.