My bags are NOT lost forever in Ukenzagapia or another African country- they're in my living room! On Wednesday night I got a phone call saying they had them in London. Thursday afternoon I got a call that they were in the U.S. and would be delivered that evening.
They still hadn't arrived when I went to sleep, but I got a phone call at 1:45 am that roused me from what must have been incredibly deep sleep. I had no idea where I was- not even which continent. When the guy said "Are you in Big City?" I nudged Jon and said, "Are we in Big City?" and then answered the guy on the phone (Yes, I'm in Big City). Boy, I was out of it.
I went out on the street at 2 am in my pjs to get my bags and I asked why in the world my bags were being delivered at 2 am instead of a more reasonable hour. The answer: They deliver delayed baggage 24 hours a day. I wish the person I talked to Thursday afternoon had told me that my bags could arrive at any time during the day or night. But whatever, I have my bags back and that's all I really care about.
I unpacked one before leaving for school this morning- the honey covered one. Two of my six jars of honey and one jar of jam emptied their contents into my bag. I knew this might happen. I'll deal with washing everything sticky when I get home this afternoon. I'm just so glad to have my bags I don't care if everything is covered in honey.
1 comment:
that is so funny, you had to ask jon where you were :)
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