Lost bags

Fuck! Delta lost my guitar.

The gentleman I spoke with said they prefer to call lost bags “Delayed” because it sounds better. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t have it in my hand and neither he nor his computer knew where it was, so by any reasonable definition it was lost, but I didn’t.

I also wanted to elbow him sharply in the ribs and dive past him down the baggage hole and look for my guitar myself, madly poking people in the eyes as I went, but I didn’t do that either. I just sat there and waited around for it to show up, then gave up and left. They think it may show up tomorrow.

Some people are in serious danger of being jabbed sharply in the eye with a finger.

UPDATE: Still don’t have my guitar. The website says there’s no news about it, and I have a pretty important gig tomorrow night. I am going to have to borrow one. :(

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