#29 in a Series...Unattended Baggage

Mike says that if you don’t miss a flight every now and then, you’re spending too much time at the airport.

We’re spending nine hours at Dulles today, waiting for our flight to Paris.  We left home at 5 am and got to DC at 7:30. 

We can’t check in or check our bags until the Air France counter opens around noon, so we’re spending the morning parked in chairs, surrounded by our luggage.  There’s a couple of newsstands, a Cinnabon and one small restaurant out here.  Not much to distract us.  

As we wait, Daphni and I listen to the same announcements over and over, and the unattended baggage disclaimer strikes us funny:

 “Unattended baggage will be confiscated, and may be damaged ordestroyed.  So know the whereabouts of your baggage at all times.”

Ok that has to be the promotion all baggage handlers dream of…a coveted spot on the Baggage Confiscation and Destruction Squad  (BCDS).

Daphne imagines there is a secret room in the bowels of the airport.  Lead-lined, with bulletproof glass in the observation room where Squad members get to push a big red button and obliterate someone’s hapless souvenirs and dirty clothes.

What does the best job of damaging and destroying?  A flamethrower?  Acid?  A huge anvil dropped from the ceiling?

I hope they have minions to carry the bags…

I guess everyone has unattended baggage.  How cool would it be to be able to make amends and wrap up all the loose ends before the end of the year...