This is the funny thing

I still don't have my luggage yet. We are three days from my arrival date, and still no equipaje. I'm having a harder time with this whole just-take-life-as-it-comes philosophy I thought I should incorporate into my life (see previous post) than I had thought I would. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that all of my underwear is stuck in a bag in some mysterious airport.

Did you catch that last bit? Yeah, not only have my bags not arrived, but NOBODY KNOWS WHERE THEY ARE. The Airport Baggage Expert Man informed me, "Yes, normally at this point we would be at least about to locate your bags, but they're not even showing up as being in the system." The outlook is grim. ABEM closed the conversation by saying, "While I'm sure you're not exactly comfortable, don't start panicking yet..."

First of all, the phrasing is not exactly comforting. Second, doesn't he know that I have all of my Christmas presents in there? I hate to sound greedy, but damnit I want to try out my new pots and pans. I told The Boy I was upset that I might never get to see my new pots and pans again, and he said, "Think of all the poor people in India." Normally this sort of phrase just annoys me, but today I felt justified. What a cruel joke to at least SHOW me that I would have new pots and pans (and a new cutting board, and new books, and some yummy teas, and. and! AND!) but then yank them out from under me.

Airport Baggage Expert Man told me that they don't start worrying until 5 days post lost-baggage claim. I tried calling American Airlines again today just to double-check and ABEM was not kidding: they have no idea where my bags are. They're just nowhere to be found. They could be in one of three places: Chicago, London, or some theif's living room.

Let's pray for one of the first two options, mmmkay?