Welcome Back to Vancouver...and F-You!

An odd exchange crossed my mind yesterday listening to the wheels lower on the descent to Vancouver...'Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain...Air Canada apologizes for the fact that instead of lowering the landing gear, your luggage has been jettisoned into the sea. Local weather is overcast and the temperature is 6 degrees. Hope you enjoyed the flight.'

Thus it was no surprise when the carousel grind to a halt with one of my bags missing. Looking forward to spending some quality time on the phone to the Air Canada call centre in India, the commute home began with just missing an empty bus, instead spending 20 minutes inhaling second-hand smoke emanating from a chattering ethnic group that, despite my muttered wishes, apparently possesses some immunity to lung cancer. Stepping in the door 90 minutes later, the phone rang and Air Canada wanted to see if I would pick up my bag, as delivery could take up to 3 days...

I blame my brand-new luggage. It's cursed. Anyone with a purification ritual to take the stink off of this bad maiden voyage, let me know.