The other night I went to the airport to pick up my brother and sister-in-law. Their flight arrived 30 minutes early, but it still took over an hour to get the bags. As we stood waiting at the baggage claim area, I had a REVELATION. One of the best people to know or have a connection with is the person who unloads the bags and puts them on the conveyor that shoots said bags up to baggage claim.
Imagine if you knew such a person in at least one airport. You could give them a heads up with your flight and luggage description and they could ensure it was one of the first pieces unloaded. Is it just me, or would that be AMAZING?!?!?
It always seems that the person who owns the first bags to come out are never there on time. That lucky person isn’t there to appreciate such a gift. Their bags seem to circle...looping around, making you feel even more depressed that your bags are never going to come out. The people diligently waiting and searching for their bags always seem to be the ones who have to wait the longest.
Then the moment happens and, yeah, happy feeling. That moment you see your bag peeking up on the belt. Total rush of adrenaline as you bolt up, pushing past anyone in your way, all to assert your dominance and let them know that you are victorious. Yes, that is MY bag. All you suckers have to keep waiting, not ME. That is MY bag and now I can leave!
I’ve never won the lottery (and am still bitter with HGTV Dream Home Giveaway) but I would imagine that feeling is similar to being one of the first people to retrieve their luggage. Or maybe I just exaggerate a bit....
So, any baggage handlers out there, I admire you, and I would like to be your friend.
(And yes, that is Yoda in the picture! He just uses The Force to get his bags! Jealous!)
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