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Well, I'm finally home. Rather than getting home at 4:45pm on Friday, I got to the airport after 10:00pm and didn't get into Wichita until 2:00 in the morning - without my luggage.

Apparently, Expedia didn't feel like telling me that my flight had been rescheduled to leave two hours early, so by the time I tried to check in my luggage, the plane was already leaving. A lady at the counter booked me for a different flight, going to Atlanta, GA and then back to Kansas City. So, I waited for several hours in the terminal humming quietly to myself to reduce the stress.

I always said that the thing I missed most in California was bad weather. Well, as soon as I got onto the plane in Atlanta, I got some bad weather - bad enough, in fact, that all of the crew had to go inside. I waited for two hours by a French couple and read The Last of the Mohicans. Finally, the weather cleared up enough for us to get on our way to the Kansas City Airport.

At the baggage claim, I waited in vain for my two pieces of luggage to arrive. Finally, the little indicator notified us that all the luggage from our flight had already been spit out on the circular conveyor belt, even though my black saxophone case and large black suitcase was markedly absent. So, me and about 8 other people got in line to rattle off the descriptions of our luggage to the lady behind the desk.

"It's still in Georgia," she said to me when it was my turn. "It will come in on a flight later tonight, and you should get it tomorrow afternoon."

Great, so I should have gotten my luggage on Saturday. It didn't come Saturday, though. And it didn't come Sunday. And it didn't come Monday. Finally, yesterday shortly before supper time, I received my luggage. My saxophone looked relatively unscathed, but to my horror, when I opened up my suitcase I found my industrial-sized bottle of "Head and Shoulders" had been completely emptied. So, I spent a good part of that evening wiping off semi-dried shampoo off of electrical cords, shoes, and belts.

I love travel.
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