Part 2

SO... Monday morning comes. I'm still a bit tired from the shenanigans from Sunday. Still luggageless and very unhappy about it. I begin calling all the people who could possibly have my luggage. I call United Central Baggage Service, who says they haven't received it. I call American Airlines/Eagle Central Baggage Service who also says they haven't received and also hasn't heard of the man who shall remain nameless who jacked my bag and left one that looks nothing like his.

This brings me to a point that I promised to cover, why I have to sleep before going to an airport. For some strange reason I firmly believed that the bag got taken at the American Eagle terminal. However, only one passenger got off there, she was a she. The name on the bag is a guys name. Why did I still think it must've been that lady. BECAUSE I WAS HALF ASLEEP TRYING TO REASON THROUGH A CRAZY SITUATION. Gosh, whoever came up with, "Don't Sleep", wasn't smart. If I DON'T SLEEP, I CAN'T THINK. You would think that I would've learned that from undergrad. Fall asleep in a final and you'll know what I mean.

Whew...glad I got that off my chest. Now the search continues. I call the Boston Airport Lost and Found, the shuttle service and the Boston PD. At this point I don't know what else to do, so I pray. I mean, I've been praying all along but that Donnie McClurkin song really made an impression on me. "After you've done all you can, you just stand". So I just chilled out and prayed. I wake up the next morning for no reason at 8:30, went to the restroom and for no reason looked at my phone. There was a missed call from an 800 number.

Those of you who know me, know that I dodge 800 number calls. So I checked my voicemail and it was about my luggage. Airtran had it. Now let me explain to you why I stress that I must sleep before I go to the airport. The guy sitting behind me on the shuttle said, "can you let me know when we get to Airtran" like seven times. I should have remembered that we stopped there before I got off and that it was a guy that got off there. I'm sure that I would have remembered had I not been sedated. Anyway they shipped my luggage back to me and I gave them the information that they needed to get his luggage back. All in all God is good, he answers prayers and I have my stiletto boots back. Who's hating?