Having arrived in Lihue, we waited at baggage claim A for our bags.
“Why are our bags always last?” Trudy asked, adding in her characteristically optimistic fashion, “They must have been the first ones on!”
So we waited. And we waited. And then the carousel stopped. There was no sign of our big yellow duffle or small blue suitcase.
“Did you fly in on Delta?” the woman at the baggage desk asked.
“Um, no, we flew out of Houston on United and transfered…”
She patiently told us to go to baggage claim B and pointed at the other end of the terminal.
So we walked. And we walked. We walked until we thought we had gone too far.
“Excuse me, where is baggage claim B?” I asked a woman who looked official, interrupting a conversation she was having.
She and her friend were silent for a moment, and then she pointed to a sign that said, “B”.
So we walked a little further, and when we got there we saw two lonely bags sitting against the far wall: a big yellow duffle and a small blue suitcase.
What a relief.