Does anyone else find it slightly ironic that I spent 5 hours in a plane to get back to NYC and it took over 3 hours to get from JFK to CT?

I do. Of course, 50 minutes of that was spent waiting for my bags. Yes, I know I never check luggage. Except when I do. And for this trip, I had too. I even flew in steerage Coach, this time – only reminded me how used to First I had gotten.

Anyway, I spent 50 minutes at a baggage claim area that had no cell coverage – how do people live with dead zones? – and no active flights signs. Instead they had a woman on a PA system announcing which flight was going to have bags where. My flight? “Please wait until we get your bags from the plane to the baggage area.” She stopped reading the flight numbers at some point and simply said, “Is anyone from flight 4119 still waiting for luggage?” Yeah. That gives me confidence in the baggage system. Whoo! Besides, she’s on a PA – how does one answer such a question? Look up to the speaker and say “Oh, great Oz, yes I still need my bags!”? Another chunk of time was spent getting the rental SUV. An SUV that has single handedly guaranteed no snow in CT and kept temperatures in the low to mid 50’s. Feels more like Seattle than Seattle has lately.

The ugly of it all? Putting your hand in yer check-in-at-SeaTac luggage and feeling a mass of something that’s cold, wet, and sticky. Three things that should never be said about packed clothing, having just gotten back from an airport.

Three things are the obvious result of having some meathead drop something rather heavy on yer suitcase with perfect force and specific precision that causes your hair gel tube for burst at the seam, making your clean clothes smell like a mall hair cuttery.

At least it didn’t get goo on the Wii adapter.