My bag is still missing. American Airlines doesn't know where it is. The last they saw it, it was headed to San Francisco. On Saturday. Now, they just don't know. And I'm supposed to just wait. I'm pissed.
Funny how you don't really value your things till they are gone... I keep thinking about all that was in that bag (it was a large bag, too!). Like, all my clothes. 3 pairs of shoes & some slippers. A jacket. A swimsuit. A new SF Giants sweatshirt (that I'd thought about buying for years and finally just bought, like, a month ago). Pants, tops, dresses, underwear, a few of Joe's dress shirts... And then there is the stuff that I really care about: Journal of the trip, travel books, maps of where we went... Not to mention the novel I was in the middle of, The Brothers K -- a really, really good book that I'd really love to find out what happens in!
Yeah. I'm pissed.
Anyone have any advise?
