Again? Seriously???

Remember that excruciatingly long and tedious story I told you back in March about the airline losing one of my two bags and me having to shave with a blade for the first time and all of that? Well, when I got into Minneapolis tonight, the first thing I did was walk over to the posted list of lost bags before I even went to the baggage carousel. I'm sure my Gentle Readers are way ahead of me on this one. Sure enough, there was "E. Wood." For one brief moment, the hope flared that maybe that list was just left over from when I was here in March. (I had a similar experience when Tanner broke his arm when he was three years old. In the initial split second, I looked at his arm, which was bent like a bow, and thought to myself, "Maybe it's not really broken.") No dice. Just like before, they lost one of my two bags, and just like before, it has my razor in it. There's an old saying that goes something like, "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, Ethan is a big, fat idiot for not planning better."

I thought that maybe my super-duper platinum elite frequent flier status would help my luggage get through. Oh, the arrogance. I only need to be clubbed over the head twice before I learn my lesson, so from now on, I'll carry on a one-day supply of essentials. I was on such a hot streak last year. Karma stinks.

On the bright side, here's what I was served on the KLM flight from Zurich to Amsterdam: "Skewer with tomato and pesto-marinated mozzarella accompanied by bresaola and a veal pastrami pladina served on Italian salad with Gorgonzola." Man, I love non-U.S. airlines. I don't even know what most of those words mean, but it was sure good.