We’d like to give a shout out to the fine folks at British Airways for another First Class ticket home from Tokyo, as well for losing my bag you Old Speckled Hen-drinking, meat-pie eating bastards.
Proud to not be one too quick to judge, we decided to give them another chance.
What we didn’t know was that the French were on strike, refusing to put gas into planes. An essential part of my plan to get to Heathrow for my 11:50 am connection.
Setting a new land-speed record of just over 15 minutes to Terminal 4, marking the first time I’ve ever run through an airport like a group of Special Ed hurdlers dragging a laptop bag on wheels.
Alas, here I sit, in Toronto. Cold. Hungry.
With no luggage.
Proud to not be one too quick to judge, we decided to give them another chance.
What we didn’t know was that the French were on strike, refusing to put gas into planes. An essential part of my plan to get to Heathrow for my 11:50 am connection.
Setting a new land-speed record of just over 15 minutes to Terminal 4, marking the first time I’ve ever run through an airport like a group of Special Ed hurdlers dragging a laptop bag on wheels.
Alas, here I sit, in Toronto. Cold. Hungry.
With no luggage.
