Small, mean, and petty dragon slain

[jhetley]

We, having heard no further from TLOS (The Limb of Satan, AKA Delta Airlines), drove over to the airport and entered the bowels of the beast.  After a period of time, Sister emerged battered but unbowed, with her baggage.  We have no idea of what route it may have followed to that point, or if indeed it had ever been anywhere else.  The clerk told her it had just come in from Boston.

As a minor amusement, I just checked TLOS on-line baggage tracker:
"We're sorry; we have no updates on this bag and are still trying to locate it. Please check back again."

Comments

[wolfette]

heh - when I flew to LA, my luggage missed the plane and flew out on the next flight, according to BA information. That flight arrived at 9.30pm - but my luggage didn't. They unloaded it at Phoenix and shipped it overland by FedEx so that it arrived the next day - barely made it to the boat before my cruise left (literally - we'd boarded and were about half an hour from sailing)

[edschweppe.livejournal.com]

When Continental lost a bag of mine quite a few years ago, they found it the next day, called me and told me they'd be sending it out to me that afternoon via courier. Around six or so that night, still baggage-less, the courier calls me and asks for directions to my place. I ask him where he is at the moment, and he tells me "Boxford", a small town about thirty miles north of Boston.

At the time, I was living in Boxborough, a small town about thirty miles west of Boston.

Needless to say, I was less than amused.

[trilca.livejournal.com]

argh I had my own agonies with Delta this past Sunday flying from Portland Me thru Cincinnati to Knoxville. Well, it was *supposed* to be from Manchester NH but due to fog that flight got cancelled. So, we packed the kids back into the car, drove the hour back to our house, picked up the forgotten camera, then an hour to Portland. Fine. Got on plane finally and on we flew to Cincinnati. Oh. God. Save. Our. Souls. *sigh*

We landed there, went to gate to our next flight and found out that the 'helpful' clerk in Manchester muffed up royally and instead of getting us confirmed seats to Knoxville, we were on Standby. There I am, having gotten up at 5am for this expedition, it's now 7:30pm (when we were originally supposed to be landing in Knoxville, mind you) and I am GRUMPY. Poor clerk :P

We wait 2 more hours, finally get told we got seats. They call all the rows but tell us we have to wait til all others are on the plane before we can sit down. argh!

So, we finally get on, fly onwards, land, get lug.. erm.. wait.. we checked 5 bags, only got one.. *SIGH* 15 min wait at baggage claim with all the other fools who lost their goodies..... "we'll get your stuff to you as soon as we find it" Mind you, my dad lives in the mountains in Tennessee, up a long winding dirt road... no street signs.... but somehow, we actually got the stuff (including the one suitcase with ALL the presents in it for the kids) by noon on Monday. *blink* wow.. Delta still sucks tho

Moral of story: NEVER FLY ANY TIME NEAR CHRISTMAS! EVER! I swear they pull out all the temps and idiots in the world to work the counters during this time of year!