We got back to the hotel, and I called US Air about my lost bag. I was sucked into that black hole known as an automated answering system. If Dante were with us today, I have no doubt he would expand the Circles of Hell to include this scourge upon humanity. One can only hope those responsible for this instrument of torture will spend eternity endlessly pressing numbers on cell phones, only to be directed back to the main menu.
Giving up on all hope of talking to a living person I jumped on the hotel shuttle to the airport. After standing in line for an hour or so, I had only a husband and wife with three children between me and the desk. They were from California, on the way to vacation in Italy. All of their checked luggage was missing, and they had less then two hours before their plane took off. They were told that when and if their luggage was found, it would be sent to Italy. They had to board their flight with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a few small carry on items.
Then, it was my turn. After much pecking around on the computer and a few phone calls I was told my bag was now officially missing. When it was found, it would be delivered to the hotel, or send back to Kansas City where I could claim it. I thought hmm, heard this story before. At that point, I gave up all hope. I filled out a form I was given, left it at the desk and returned to the hotel.
The rest of the day consisted of hanging around, visiting with friends and relaxing. Saturday night was pretty much the same. Dinner, drinks, people coming and going as they wished. It was a good time. 🙂
In Part VI, Sunday, and saying goodbye.
Giving up on all hope of talking to a living person I jumped on the hotel shuttle to the airport. After standing in line for an hour or so, I had only a husband and wife with three children between me and the desk. They were from California, on the way to vacation in Italy. All of their checked luggage was missing, and they had less then two hours before their plane took off. They were told that when and if their luggage was found, it would be sent to Italy. They had to board their flight with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a few small carry on items.
Then, it was my turn. After much pecking around on the computer and a few phone calls I was told my bag was now officially missing. When it was found, it would be delivered to the hotel, or send back to Kansas City where I could claim it. I thought hmm, heard this story before. At that point, I gave up all hope. I filled out a form I was given, left it at the desk and returned to the hotel.
The rest of the day consisted of hanging around, visiting with friends and relaxing. Saturday night was pretty much the same. Dinner, drinks, people coming and going as they wished. It was a good time. 🙂
In Part VI, Sunday, and saying goodbye.
