Livid. Absolutely furious.

A particular airline has lost my luggage.  Regardless of the stuff being more or less superficial belongings, I would still very much not be happy if the particular items were lost forever:

  • Practically brand-new Canon digital camera
  • USB jump drive with some work-related documents on them
  • My primary Atlanta Braves baseball cap
  • Two custom-ordered #39 Jonny Venters Braves t-shirts
  • My primary work shoes
  • Favorite sleep shorts
  • Laptop power supply

I blame:

  • One flight attendant for rushing his duties and breaking protocol
  • Every motherfucker who abuses the carry-on luggage policy and basically makes the overhead bins first-come-first-serve, by having their “personal items” being a whole other piece of fat, cumbersome luggage, and filling up the overhead bins, for putting me in this predicament in the first place.  Seriously, right now, I wish all you people were dead.

This weekend fucking kind of stunk from having to watch the Braves job to the Nationals yet two more times, and I was at first delighted to having gotten back to Atlanta on an earlier rather than later flight, but then this fucking debacle is just the god damn icing on top.