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Well, I made it :-) Dozed a little on the plane, but still basically looking at 24 hours upright and (comparatively) compos mentis.

T5 was a bit of an adventure, but not much of one as it turned out: they must have gotten their act together, because my bag turned up in Seattle at the same time as me YAY!

Fun in SeaTac though ;-)

Fun #1: The Immigration Man.

'And where are you staying while you're in the US?'

'[trailer park address]'

And I watched the thought running across his internal screens, 'trailer trash'.

'And what do you do for a living?'

'I'm a research librarian, working in the NLS. Sort of the Scottish equivalent of the Library of Congress.'

'Oh really?' (Quick revision of first impressions)

Fun #2: the Demented Baggage Handler

I had my bag *in my hand*. I was rejoicing, because the bag was *in my hand*. NOT in Barcelona, nor even stuck in the SeaTac system, but *in my hand*.

Until I got mugged by the DBH. Picture the scene.

DBH: 'I'll just put this on the carousel.'
Me: 'No, you're okay, I'll just carry it up to the baggage claim. It'll be quicker.'
DBH (with the steely light of battle in his eyes): 'Srsly, I'll put it on the carousel. It'll be there in just a moment.'
Me: 'Honestly, it's no trouble.'
DBH (through gritted teeth): I'll *put* it on the *carousel*.'

[unseemly tussle over the bag]

[result: Cats 0, DBH 1.]

The damn bag ended up on the carousel and I didn't see it again for three quarters of an hour. After I'd had it *in my hand* :-(((