Of course our journey didn't end at Heathrow Terminal 5, and lots of other stuff happened, but three days and some ciders later I did manage to bring everybody home in one piece. But alas - fate had one more trick up its grimy sleeve. When the baggage reclaim belts stopped moving, whose suitcase should have gone missing, but mine. Just what I needed...
Now these things happen, and there's not very much you can do about it, so you might as well smile. I have to admit however, that over the next two days of waiting for my luggage I lost my temper just a little bit, which is to blame on the nice SMSs British Airways kept sending me - apparently to keep the misery of my toothbrush and t-shirts gone missing always freshly in my mind. Here are two nice ones:
"*-GUTEN TAG IHR GEPAECK SOLLTE HEUTE AUF DEM FLUG BAXXX UM 11UHR00 ANKOMMEN-." absender BA
This was Saturday afternoon. Joyful as this message was, the one that came a day later was almost flirtatious in tone:
"*-IHR GEAPAECK IST LEIDER NICHT ANGEKOMMEN/GERNE TEILEN WIR IHNEN SOBALD WIE MOEGLICH WEITERE AUSKUENFTE MIT. VIELE GRUESSE-." absender BA
I don't know what your most memorable SMS are, whether it was the end of a tedious love affair, or the insufficience of your cash funds, but this last one will definitely stay in my memory as the sweetest computer generated message ever...
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Es gibt Leute, die haben einfach Pech. Sie scheinen mir einer davon zu sein...naja, aber dafür gehen sie ja nach Venedig...
Liebe Grüße!
anything that can possibly go wrong, does...
i think my most memorable text came from some guy from turkey who wrote something like i wish you a happy celebration and much luck to your wife and kids - kerem (or at least that's what the google translator told me). i never dared to ring him or write back to him and tell him that i'm probably not the guy he wants to write to. oh well, i have a different number now, anyway.
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