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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* :-(((

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You should have grabbed the bag, made a mad dash for the exit, and been done with it. *g*

I'm glad you're here! {{{{{{{{{{Cats}}}}}}}}}

I know I should. But he was so *earnest*. So keen to please. Only marginally bigger than me though, so I guess I could have takent him.

Ack. Damn manners. :-(

You do *not* want to mess with baggage at SeaTac. Granted, this was a few years ago, but I was sitting in a bar (surprise!) waiting to meet a delayed flight, and a woman in the bar left a cartful of luggage near her table to (presumably) go the restroom. I made a comment to the person I was with about how dumb an idea that was.

Red Alert! Security Breach! Lockdown! Activate Auto-Destruct!

Woman came back, got yelled at (several times) by security personnel for unattended baggage, apologized (several times) and cried. (But then, she was no Scottish librarian!) When Security finally left, she bitched aloud to no one in particular (several times).

And YAY! YOU’RE BACK!

Glad you got there in one piece. Have a fantastic time and let us know what wickedness you get up to!

Thanks, I'm sure I will. Get up to some wickedness that is *g*

You're HERE! You made it! Le *SQUEE!!!* What kind of booze do you like again? I'm not really sure boozing and knitting go together, but we could try it!

*g* Red wine or beer. Either!

I'll phone you later today and we'll get something worked out :-)

Glad you're there safe and sound and eventually with your bags!

Airports *rollseyes* Still, on the bright side, nobody died this time....

Yeah, true. I sometimes wonder about that poor lady even still :-(

LOL. Don't you just love customs.

*sighs about DBH* This is why I had to cross my fingers. They're such complete douchebags.

*g* All part of life's rich tapestry, no?

Heh. If you say so. *g*