Do check your luggage. If there are any teeth of children or scraps of demonic leather within, that you did not pack, you should take appropriate measures to resolve that.
If there are any teeth of children or scraps of demonic leather within, that you DID pack, you should take appropriate measures to resolve that as well.
If you said you had indeed packed children's teeth and/or demonic leather I would just shrug and think that was perfectly normal relative to the other wacky stuff you tell us about here on BlueSky. 😁
I've been flying in/out of the Sunport for nearly 30 years & I've never known the carousels to start & be finished that quickly. I have had my bag just show up nearby but not on the carousel. My dad was a baggage carrier there for 15 yrs & couldn't explain it.
The real test is going to be whether this string of skeets disappears. If so then you know that the Time Agents have HEY WO ARE YOU GET OUT OF MY MMMPPHH MMMMPH MMMMPH
My best guess is that no one else on your flight checked any bags? My second best guess is that you slipped into a time vortex in the bathroom and what felt like five minutes was actually an hour.
As airports are liminal space, time does not exist there. We all know this. Sometimes the interface between existing and not existing fails to function smoothly. Re: Diane Duane world gates. I always still look around at Grand Central for the gating technicians.
I am amused that you showed up in this thread, because weird aviation stuff was making me think of The Helios Syndrome. Though I don’t remember anything about suitcases in that. Maybe you have to combine it with Pratchett’s Luggage.
Once, when I worked as a chauffeur, I was sent to pick up someone who never arrived. The passenger's luggage did. But I didn't feel comfortable collecting it.
Right? With that only tenuous and possibly Schrödinger-like connection between front-of-house and back-of-house. Is there anything actually back there? 🤷♀️
When weird shit happens, the procedure is to at most give it a polite nod but most importantly get on your way without any fussing about it, lest you attract weird shit's attention.
And I am saying this as a modern and scientific person of the 21st century, who theoretically doesn't believe in at least most weird shit, but also is clever enough to not double check whether it believes in me.
To bring this back to airports in particular: if you're picking a time to press your luck about whether whatever-that-was believes in you, would the suitable timing be *before getting into a very delicate flying contraption*, or *any other moment of most people's natural existence*?
All good points! I just remember news articles I've read about people who's trips were suddenly derailed by crazy airport shit that was too strong for them to evade, and was thinking, 'you know, I bet there's a few people out there who'd experience crazy supernatural stuff the exact same way.'
The lady at the information desk told the tunnel goblins that a passenger had slipped through their nets, and that they should return her luggage before she made a fuss.
One reason that adhd persists, despite its manifold disadvantages, is that its patients tend to stop in confusion and wander off in another direction while everyone else marches into the tunnel goblins' nets.
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Implying, of course, that Ursula might have packed some children's teeth or demonic leather of her own.
There's a fairy circle somewhere nearby with exhausted tiny porters who made it back out of sight just in time.
When weird shit happens, the procedure is to at most give it a polite nod but most importantly get on your way without any fussing about it, lest you attract weird shit's attention.
I cannot brain rn so tagging @buttplug.engineer who can explain it better.
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