WhileÂ checking in for a recent flight from Fargo’s Hector International Airport IÂ happened to run into no less than threeÂ airline employeesÂ IÂ knew, two of which were working for theÂ carrier IÂ was about to board. After exchanging greetings and pleasantries we all wentÂ our separate ways.
Without much fanfare my bag was taken and soon disappeared behind the little door not to be seen again for several hours. Does anyone know what happens to your luggage between the time the airline takes it and the moment you see it crawling slowly on the conveyor at your destination? Me neither, but IÂ now have an inkling.
That’s okay. IÂ know who they are. Revenge, it is said, is a dish best served cold.