Since the two large bags weren't sitting there, spinning around on the carousel after my flight, I had the luxury of taking the bus home without the hassle of having to lug the two giant sacks down the aisle, on and off the seats, then the two blocks home and up two flights of stairs.
The bags arrived on the next flight and, wouldn't you know it, were delivered to my doorstep later that afternoon.
No hard feelings. At all.
So again, I couldn't be happier that my bags were lost.
And that's the way I'm going to try to look at things from now on.
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