Mind Over Miller: Denver déjà vu
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.