Please Come Home Black Bag

Ok, I understand that if you travel enough, sooner or later your luggage and you will part company. Nonetheless, when it finally happens, it bums you out.

So my day started with a 4 am flight out of Beirut. There are few things in the world worse than a 4 am flight, but when it is on your way home, it is tolerable. That led to a connection in Milan, which took me to Zurich, where I was to catch a United flight home.

Unfortunately, having been to Beirut, and with only a 50 minute connection in Zurich, I was informed by United that I would not be getting on the flight home--nosiree, I had to have my bag checked, as I was under some suspicion, and there is no way I am flying home without my bag.

Ok, fine. No need to fight. So when I was informed that I would be flying to Munich instead, where I would find myself on a Lufthansa flight home, I shuffled off to the next flight, and made my way to Munich, then home, just 4 hours late. Unfortunately, my bag was so exhausted and confused that it either dozed off in Zurich, or took a wrong turn in Munich. Either way, it is now lost.

I miss my bag. It was almost new. And it was filled with nice little gifts for people, and my new sport coat from Zulfigar appears to be gone, maybe forever. This sucks.

God knows where my bag is. Maybe they sent it back to Beirut. Or Walla Walla. Who knows. If you see it, please put it on a flight to Dulles and call me and I will pick it up.

I know it will show up, Insha'Allah.