I'm in Ohio to visit my folks for a couple of weeks, having flown out of Osaka on Friday afternoon, via Tokyo and Chicago to arrive in Akron, Ohio on Friday evening. Unlike many previous trips where I had some form of harrowing experience (such as this, this, or this), this trip went perfectly smoothly.... until we arrived.

The 12-hour Tokyo-to-Chicago flight seemed to go quickly thanks to copious amounts of Ambien, and arriving half an hour early helped make immigration/customs and making the connecting flight much better. We arrived in Akron on time and my Dad was waiting, and as we're strolling to baggage claim I'm already writing this “everything went well for a change!” blog post in my mind.

Then Anthony mentions “I hope they don't lose our luggage again”, and this reminds me suddenly that our luggage is lost about half the time we fly into Akron. Don't say such things Anthony... you'll jinx us! When one of our two bags showed up, I thought we were fine, but you can see where this is going... )-:

At least United knows where the second bag is.... it was in Chicago when he checked. Among the small crowd of folks on the same flight without their bag was a guy who had flown in from Nova Scotia who was told, by a voice as perplexed about what he was reading on the screen as the customer was in hearing it, “it seems your bag was sent back to Nova Scotia”.

Otherwise we're fine... Anthony and I already knocked a soccer ball around outside, had some Manwiches for dinner, and have freshened up with a shower.

Hopefully the bag shows up tomorrow.

UPDATE: it was delivered at 3:27am.