So now the saga of flying must be wrapped up and ended. After about four and a half hours of sitting on the floor of the Atlanta airport, I decided to simply inquire about my bag. Well, the first time I got a really rude lady with a Delta “rhinestone” clip on her had, a jet plane on her lapel, and an attitude bigger than the airport. She proceeds to tell me that my luggage could be in Atlanta or it could be in Nashville… Not comforting news by any means. To top it off she wouldn’t even scan my baggage claim to see if it had been moved. So, as I walk back to my mom, I begin to cry. Like, sob. In the Atlanta airport. In front of everyone. She proceeds to go back to the baggage office, talk to another woman, and have it explained that while my baggage IS in Atlanta, it hasn’t been pulled and if we let it just go on to Nashville it will arrive before we will Friday morning. So we leave the Atlanta airport, me luggage-less, and head to Calhoun. That ride was pretty uninteresting, but it ended with me in a bed and in dream-land.
I awake this morning and go downstairs in my friends house to see my mom and Mrs. M watching The King’s Speech. I plopped down and watched from about the middle to the end of it, and wanted to stand up cheering whenever the movie ended! After a shower, packing up what little clothes I have, my mom and I embark to Nashville. After arriving, we check into the hotel. Right after we get out of the car we realize that we are outnumbered in the ethnicity department. Seems like a family reunion was commencing tonight that we were not aware or. Checked in and unpacked, we head to the airport where I hold my breath, walk into the Delta office, and squeal and jump with joy whenever I see my bag. I get it without a problem and simply rejoice in the face that I have my luggage back!!
So in summary, I have my luggage, I’m ready to go to camp, and now all I have to do is pray, sleep, and get to the airport in one piece. (I probably shouldn’t say that seeing my luck lately)
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