JFK

An otherwise overly stressful, impossibly boring layover in Brussels is magnified when (post-boarding) the de-icing crew clips the right wing flap. It causes a two-hour delay on the tarmac. Worried passengers peer out the tiny windows at inspectors who take photographs of the damage and point fingers up into the falling snow. Major delay, no repair, we fly anyway.

The rest of the flight passes without incident, but when I arrive at JFK I get a huge kick in the nuts: the "mishandled" luggage is no longer in New York. It has been sent to the luggage office in DEL during the previous 24 hours. I am too tired to be angry or surprised. In fact, nothing could surprise me at this point concerning Jet Airways. It has been one long clusterf*ck since I left JFK, ten days earlier.

Apparently, when I visited the lost luggage office in DEL, I triggered some kind of karmic tripwire. Despite requesting that my luggage remain in JFK, it is sent to India, and no one is there to receive it.
Photo credit: MHIP