J-Fed Has Baggage

What goes around comes around. I’d like to say that was the case with the missing luggage. However, I’m more inclined to believe that well, the airlines just suck. It wasn’t supposed to be a difficult trip. J-Fed packed his bags all by himself. I was so proud realizing that these are things that change boys to men.

He even got to the airport on time. The rest was up to fate and fate decided to deal the Fedster a bad hand. He barely made it to his layover and once he did, he was informed that his luggage had missed the boat. The airliner promised that his baggage would follow behind. Ah, there was their guarantee and then there was the truth between the lies.

J-Fed arrived in London without a care in the world. He also arrived in London without a change of socks and underwear. Once he arrived in jolly old London, J-Fed’s spirits were high despite the fact he hadn’t brushed his teeth or changed his clothes in 16 hours. There was no whining, no pouting and no temper tantrums. He kicked back with a cup of tea, watched some telly and relaxed.

The next day, he explained to me again that there was no sign of his luggage. Since he was only in town two more days and the job had to be finished in one day, this was going to be a major problem. Forget the fact that he didn’t have his clothes, he also didn’t have his tools.

“Well, what did you bring over to London?” I inquired.

“All my good jeans, my black boots, my dress shirts, my drill and all the other tools I need to do the job,” he said nonchalantly.

In my head, I did the calculations. He probably had close to $2000 in clothes alone, most of which had been gifts from me. Bastard! Now, I was going to have to stick my nose in where it didn’t belong. Kiki the Great flew into action within milliseconds of hanging up with J-Fed. I figured this would be a quick mission. One call and I’d have his luggage back in no time. Little did I know…