So I just got back from Europe on Saturday. I normally don’t check bags. Call it paranoia, call it foresight, call it whatever you want. Unfortunately, in Milan, Lufthansa (AC’s Star Alliance partner) will only allow one carry on per person. Hard choice - laptop bag or roll-aboard? OK, not so hard a choice. The laptop stays with me.
Connect through Frankfurt, and then Montreal back home to Ottawa. I have one and a half hours to connect in Frankfurt, and an hour 20 in Montreal. I make the connection in Frankfurt no problem, get into Montreal, and go to the baggage carousel to wait for the roll-aboard, since in Canada, you have to recheck when you’re coming from an international to a domestic flight. No problem. Wait. Wait. Wait. No bag. Finally, 45 minutes later, get paged, and informed that my bag didn’t make the connection in Frankfurt.
Excuse me? In this day and age of “positive bag match”, you drunk monkeys knew the second that plane left Frankfurt my bag wasn’t on it! You couldn’t let me know when I got to Montreal? Fuck. Lost bag form for AC, lost bag form for customs, stamp here, go there, get another stamp, 15 more minutes gone. Did I mention the hour 20 minute connection time in Montreal? Now it’s 20 minutes. Run through security for the next terminal, run through the tunnel to get there (moving walkway broken), get to the gate for my Ottawa flight, and find the flight’s delayed. Oh well, at least I made the connection.
It gets even better now. Arrive in Ottawa, and go to the lost baggage window. No one there. Bang the counter and yell “Hellllooooo!” a few times. Finally a guy comes to the counter and we fill out another lost bag form. I give my address, and try to explain that I live in a basement apartment, and the delivery person will need to go to the side door down the steps and knock loud, because the doorbell doesn’t work. He interrupts me, and says that the delivery company will ask that when they call. Fine. Just find the bag and get it to me, soon, please.
Sunday. No call, no bag. Monday, go to work, no shave, because my shaving stuff is in the lost bag. Get home, message from AC - they found it. Great. Call them back, and get informed that the delivery company has the bag and will call to set up a time to deliver. Again, I try to give directions to my door, and get told that the delivery company will ask about that. Fine.
7 PM, no call. 8 PM, no call. 9 PM, no call, 10 PM, no call, decide they’re not coming and go to bed. At 10:15 PM, the phone rings. It’s the guy who lives upstairs, on the third floor of the main part of the house. He has my bag. WTF?
Apparently, at around 7 PM, the delivery company arrived, and started ringing doorbells out front. Luckily they got my friend, and he was home. He comes downstairs, opens the door, gets handed my bag, and told “Air Canada, here’s your bag.” No signature required.
I ask you, what if I hadn’t known this guy, and my bag had been given to some random stranger?
Thanks again, Air Canada. Pig fuckers.
At least I have my bag back.