I checked into my hotel at around 1:15 in the morning, slightly drained from the stress of 1) almost missing my flight and 2) luggage-free, possibly because my bag didn't make it to the flight because of Reason #1.
And there, in the corner of the front office lobby was my bag. The airlines had obviously located it and had sent it to the hotel about an hour after I had left the airport.
There is no greater joy than a man reunited with his baggage. Truly. Even the 9-degree weather didn't dampen my mood.
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