Lost: Baggage
We returned from Atlanta on Sunday the 27th with five bags and left with four. Standing in front of baggage claim in my post-flight haze I forgot that there was another bag. My child has three pair of shoes that fit her right now and that bag has two of them. Sigh– going to Delta airlines at LAX after work this evening to see if I can find it sans baggage ticket.
I walked into the Delta terminal at LAX last week with only my ID, the date of my return flight and a determined gait. I was not going to leave the airport without my daughter’s bag.
There must have been two thousand bags lined up, organized by baggage claim number. Sloshing through the numbers were Delta employees, some literally in tears, trying to hunt down bags from customers who had filed claims.
Since I didn’t have my claim number the taxonomy of the bags meant nothing. I explained my situation and walked up and down for only about ten minutes before I found my bag. Even though my daughter and I have different last names, both were fortunately printed on the baggage tag. I showed my ID and left, triumphant but with a new appreciation of all airline employees have to go through.