I’m of a somewhat split personality when I’m traveling. On the one hand I’m rather OCD about most of my plans. On the other hand, I have a particularly bad track record with leaving stuff on airplanes. In the seat pocket or in the various storage cubbies or even just in an overhead bin. I’ve pretty much been an idiot more times than I care to count. And by the time I do realize that I had lost something it is generally too late to matter. I managed to recover my laptop (yes, I left my laptop on a plane) a couple months ago but I hadn’t yet left the terminal. Other than that, however, the Lost and Found gods have taken phones, a Kindle, MP3 players, headphones and a jacket from me at various points in time. And those are just the things that I can remember that I lost.
My trip to Texas this past weekend was just another example. I had a great flight and was pretty happy as I stood up to recombobulate upon arrival in San Antonio on Friday. So happy that I managed to leave my little Flip video camera in the cubby next to my seat. I realized it mid-day on Sunday. Whoopsie. I figured it was gone. History. Never to be seen again. After all, that’s the way it has always been.
Imagine my surprise when my phone rang this morning with a Caller ID number in San Antonio. It was the baggage services office from Continental calling to find out if perhaps I’d left something on the plane. Why yes, yes I did. And so they’re sending it back up to me. Pretty impressive service I must say. Doesn’t happen all the time, but I’m certainly happy it did this time.
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