Following some more phone calls to Iberia, I have to admit that I wasn’t fair with them. To my defence, I was very frustrated that I didn’t have any of my personal belongings and the easy target was the Spanish airline. But talking to their stuff late last week while being calm really helped me see the whole picture. You see, when you own a suitcase with character (like I do) you should expect it to be a bit wild every now and then. Let me explain.
Normally, when I am on vacations I don’t follow football to much. As a result I didn’t realise that the same day I was flying to England, Atletic Bilbao was visiting A Coruña in a game that could bring the Basques closer to an UEFA Cup qualification spot. My mighty Samsonite though was well aware of the game. Dressed in the fiery red of the Basques, he (the mighty Samsonite, that is) was living for only one thing that Sunday, seeing Atletic getting the much needed result in the Riazor.
As a result, when he (the suitcase again) found out that there was a flight from Sevilla to A Coruña that would allow him (by now you should know to whom I am referring to) to watch the game in person, he couldn’t let opportunity go away. After I had checked him in, waited in the belt up until I had gone passed security and then made his move. He crawled away from the suitcases that were travelling to London and joined those going to A Coruña. As a precaution he also changed the destination code on his tag from LGW to LCG (I’m still a bit troubled as to how he managed to disguise the W and make it look as a G!). Nobody could now tell that he was meant to travel to England and not the north of Spain.
Unfortunately though, Coloccini, Sergio and Felipe Luis punished Atletic and what started as a great day out for my suitcase, ended up in a nightmare.
The following day, tired and disappointed from the game, he caught a flight to Madrid in an attempt to forget. As we speak he is probably wondering in the Spanish capital celebrating the astonishing performance of the Basques yesterday against Valencia. I’m pretty sure that soon he would start feeling homesick and he would flight back to Leeds.
It is obvious therefore, that Iberia is not to blame. The only person that should be hold responsible for my delayed luggage is my Basque friend Borja. If it wasn’t for his obsession with Atletic Bilbao and the numerous discussions he initiated in the vicinity of my suitcase, he would be with me right now…
You see, if I was presented with this story about my missing luggage I would still be pissed off, but I would at least appreciate the comedy. Iberia’s story that the luggage was flown to A Coruña (why?) on Sunday and then on Monday left Galicia on board a flight to Barajas airport in Madrid but no confirmation that it made it to the capital has been received (thus the suitcase disappeared in thin air during the flight) is more than frustrating. It brings out that part of me that would tell them to ##@£$%*##.
Nevertheless, I should thank Jose Luis that was the only one that actually bothered to let me know of the whereabouts of my suitcase.
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