Up North - where the snow blows, the temps drop and the people act French. Oh, wait a minute, they are French, maybe that explains it. I stand at the baggage belt with 125 other suckers, thinking that the fact that it's running means something. After ten minutes a bag appears. Eyes light up and the mood brightens. For a second, until we all realize it belongs to no one in the crowd, followed a hundred yards of belt later by two more bags about 20 feet apart, also unclaimed.
Murmering in the crowd. The belt continues to run for another five minutes then stops. After 10 more minutes, murmering turns to muttering. People are now sitting on the belt - perhaps in hopes it will accidentally start and carry them to the scene of the crime. Just another wearying end of another wearying day in a long tiring week.
Good news! "Je lai tout la plue esque vous une "short delay" pour le deliverage du les baggage". We've already had two or three short delays. At what point does it constitute une "long delay"? At least the belt has started again. Spoke too soon. It stopped once more with alerts blaring. Now we're back to moving belt but no new bags. Could it be? I think I see my bag on the horizon. More news at 11!
Ok, it's 11:00. That wasn't my bag. Either that or the guy who picked it up now has the tools to go into the microscope repair business. Ah, here we go again. The hour plus wait is bound to pay off this time. Yea! Here it comes! Only an hour and 20 minutes! The bag looks like it's been to Iraq, but it's here.
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