"How are you in New York, Please?"my Indian friend asks me everytime I call over to Mombai.
"Not so good, " I reply, "Where's my luggage?!"
It's an outsourced world, folks. Get used to it. But I don't mind. I don't even mind that our luggage was lost. I'm one of those people who still can't believe I made it to my destination without falling out of the sky. I'm thankful for making it alive. What I don't understand, though, is how they can say they don't know where my luggage is. It's either in Jacksonville, Atlanta, or New York. Get up and look for it!
Accountability! I'm not asking for much... only that No Bag is Left Behind.
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now that the new clothes are being packed in the suitcase, we can laugh, or should I hold my laughter until Delta reinburses you or sends you the luggage after 4 days and Ilana has more (not less) then she came to NY with
Mom
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