I arrived in Iowa City yesterday afternoon to start my 10-week writing residency at the University of Iowa.
Russell met me at Cedar Rapids airport with a tiny bit of paper with the International Writing Program logo on it.
Then I lost my suitcase.
I had a feeling that that might happen when I had dropped it off at the weird check-in system in LaGuardia. So I was partially not surprised when it didn’t show up on the conveyor belt, but still slightly annoyed.
Russel and I went up to the counter as I anxiously waited my turn.
As it were, and oddly enough, I was told by the lady at the counter that – get this – my suitcase had arrived on an EARLIER flight!
I realized then where it all went wrong.
See, my flight from New York to Chicago, where I caught my connection flight, was HALF AN HOUR early. It arrived at O’Hare around 30 minutes before scheduled time, so my luggage just kept on going as I wanted for my flight at O’Hare.
This was probably the only time in the history of my flying that A) a flight was half an hour EARLY, B) my luggage arrived at my destination BEFORE me.
American are good like that. The get shit done before they even happen.