Hey guys, welcome back to the Blair Way Project. So I have just gotten back home from a very fun trip to one of my favorite places in the country, Fort Bragg, California. No one's heard of it because it's a very small northern California coastal town with like a population of like three.

Like literally, it's probably like just past qualifying as a village.

It's that small.

But while I had an amazing time there, I just have to bitch about the airports and flying.

I mean, a lot of people are right now.

They're calling it like an airport

disaster, like the worst like airline complication event in history because there was like

thousands of flights canceled and just all types of crazy shit. Now, I'm very lucky my flights

weren't canceled. However, I had a nightmare when it came to my luggage.

So I checked a bag because, you know, if you're really that girl, you can't just carry on with a carry on, right?

Like you can't just get through traveling and get through a trip, especially a vacation, only fitting stuff in a carry on.

You need a checked bag, a purse, and a carry on.

Like, it's a lot.

But anyways, so I checked my bag.

I land at my destination at American Airlines, never flying American Airlines ever again.

I've given them so many chances.

They were the most lived out during COVID.

They were horrible customers of it. It's a wrap. But anyways, I land and I get a text saying that my luggage is going to come

at a later flight. I'm like, what? So my luggage is coming in on a separate flight than me

later. And it didn't even say what time. I'm like, okay, um, I go to complain

about it or not complain, but just like ask like, what's the tea here? Like when can I get my luggage?

They didn't have an answer for me. Long story short, it took nine hours from to get my luggage.

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