Why is it...

Why is it that whenever I fly into this city I do not get all of my bags. All the way from Calgary I was concerned that I might not get all of my bags on the other end... but no... why be concerned? This time I had lots of time to make all of my connections and I was on a plane that was surely large enough to fit all of the passengers luggage. Ergo, all should be well and I should stop worrying.

So, I made it to Montreal, cajoled my way into the Executive Lounge with an expired Guest Pass and enjoyed my wait in Montreal. This wait was sweet with the snacks and beverage, but even sweeter knowing that with all of this time my bag had to be making if off of one plane and onto the other. I mean, what could go wrong.

I trekked to the gate for Saint John and saw some familiar faces from my Calgary flight. They called us up and we made our way on board. Everything was great, we were in the air on time, I finished reading my crappy Ethics book (which by the way had some good points in it but I would have to firmly disagree with some of the utilitarianism push laced in the pages by the author), and we made it to Saint John with no real issues except for a little bouncing on the runway.

Everything was great, no worries, my ride was waiting outside, the bags were coming... coming... coming... and then all of the bags were claimed. I myself bagged one (pun intended) but the other was ne'er to be seen again... actually... I hope to 'er see the bag today, but we will have see...

Either way... I sit here now with one bag here and one bag missing. I have my camping knife, but my Swiss Army knife that belongs just under my wallet is gone.

I feel so naked.