Mind Over Miller: Denver déjà vu

Mind Over Miller: Denver déjà vu

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Sep 01, 2010


Robert M. Miller, DVM
When we took off for Winnipeg, I soon fell asleep, so I did not hear the captain announce that we had to return to Denver because of bad weather in Winnipeg. The passenger next to me must have slept through the announcement, too, because as we landed, he said, "Wow! It's raining just as hard here as it was in Denver."

I looked at my watch and said, "At least we're on time. We're right on schedule."

I disembarked and was stunned to see the size of the terminal. "Which way to the baggage area?" I asked an airport employee.

"Way down to the end," he replied. "Then you have to take a train to the baggage area."

"A train?" I yelped. "I didn't expect such a large airport. This is just like Denver!"

"Yeah," he grinned.

After I got off the train, I saw a group of passengers around a carousel.

"Denver?" I asked. Several nodded.

Of course, my baggage didn't show up on the carousel. The baggage office was nearby, so I went in. A bored agent was nodding his head while an annoyed passenger said, "My luggage is missing. My luggage is missing! I have to have my bags. Do you understand? My luggage is missing."

"Excuse me," I said. "Is that the Denver baggage on the carousel?"

The other passenger, an exasperated man, said, "Look! I was here first. My bags are missing. I have to have my bags."

"Mine are missing, too," I said. "I just want to know if that's the Denver flight on the carousel."

"This is Denver," the agent said.

"Right!" I agreed, "but I don't see my bag."

"Where did you come in from?"

"Denver," I explained again.