Posted on another site from Gateworld, this is my account of the Friday the 15th of Hell. This in no way refers to anything religious of sorts, I just meant this is the most unfortunate time of the year.
I'm not denying for any reason the stupidity of not checking the name on the luggage. That was stupid on my part. But hey, **** happens. It didn't help I wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.
This is a multidirectional rage, some against mistakes made by me, some against mistakes made by Southwest Airlines, some against the Baggage Claim distributors of Philadelphia International Airport, some against just the Friday of Hell.
Perhaps some of you don't care, and I'm not expecting that you do...some may think I'm stupid, hey, I was in a rush. I grabbed a suitcase that looked 99.9% like mine. So I call Southwest Airlines and inform them, hey, I have the wrong suitcase, and am forwarded to Philadelphia International Airport, and they state that they will have a cab to collect the mistaken suit case and return it to it's rightful owner, and drop my suit case off. The time of this phone conversation was about 9:15 PM EDT. So, it's currently a quarter past 1 o'clock in the morning, and no word as of yet as to where this cab is supposed to be. Any phone calls to the Airport are busy signals, the stress factor mounting.
Perhaps it had something to do with the two hours of sleep I had last night, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that my plane was delayed four hours before flying into Philadelphia (we didn't leave JIA until 4:00 PM, when the flight was originally scheduled for departure at 12:50 PM). Perhaps the true illustration of how much this day sucked was the poetry of this very post...ah well, alas' this too shall pass, so long as I get my suit case. Driving back into Philadelphia to retrieve luggage that should have been delivered an hour and a half ago is a bit....frustrating.
I don't know what the message is telling me in all this (other than to double check my luggage name, something I mostly always do). The problem is, he's probably just as pissed off as I am about this whole thing (I mean we were on the same flight, suffered the same setbacks, had the same crap happen to us)... someone knicks your suit case by accident and it's not delivered and no way to contact the person that has it (eg me). I feel really sorry for this whole thing. I don't feel sorry about the fact that the man has yet to show up, as that is totally beyond my control.
So, I guess this conclusion is, rage against my having a REALLY bad day. That being said, I feel much better posting this.
I'm not denying for any reason the stupidity of not checking the name on the luggage. That was stupid on my part. But hey, **** happens. It didn't help I wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.