The little red bag has been on many trips.
Carry-on size, easy to stow overhead,
it can be pulled through airplane aisles
and crowded airports without difficulty.
The little red bag made the tour
to visit the National Parks last year,
and was the carry-on during the cruise
on the Rhine and Danube rivers.
We had three bad days on that expedition,
the last being the trip home to Boston.
Woke up at 2:30 a.m. to be bussed to the
Budapest airport for a flight to Amsterdam.
Time for a leisurely lunch in Amsterdam,
then off on the seven hour flight to Boston
First we had to stand in line for a grilling
by Delta reps before boarding.
The little red bag with us, we were treated
to a nonstop conversation by two loud
Eastern Europeans sitting in front of us,
thus ruining any chance for sleep.
Down in Logan Airport in Boston to be
herded in long lines through three
separate machinations by customs officials,
the little red bag trailing behind.
Finally we were able to get to the baggage area
and retrieve our two large suitcases.
When we tried to exit, we were herded to
another room for baggage inspection.
With about two hundred passengers lined up,
it looked like we would be another hour.
Suddenly the customs crew decided to wave
everyone out the door without inspection.
Now at this point, we were brain dead.
We had the two large suitcases in a cart.
Barbara was going to pull the little red bag.
I took off like a shot, pushing the cart.
We had been back and forth on the phone
with Ray, our limo driver, who had already
been waiting an hour for us, then called
him again to say we were on our way out.
At this point, memory is clouded.
All we can say is that when we arrived home,
there was no little red bag in the car.
Ray said he never loaded such an item.
Despair. Is it gone forever?
Not so; nine days later, a latino voice
informed us that they (who?) had found
the bag (where?) with no tag (somewhere?).
He said he would send it on to Delta,
then abruptly hung up, without further explanation.
Meanwhile, we had filed a lost item report
with Delta, and were awarded a case number.
A week later, Delta emailed to say they
could not find our little red bag.
A day or so after that, a lady called to
say they had it in Delta lost and found.
So we asked Ray to pick it up on one of his
runs to the airport, which he did, delivering
this precious item right to our front door.
Inside a pocket was Barbara's card, written on.
This is another reason why we have taken an
oath never to travel outside the country again.
Now we understand why we saw no other
old people on either of the transatlantic flights.
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