I mention that there was a reason behind it, so I figured I would tell you. Well lets start off by saying that I was flying on a small airline company called Great Lakes, they fly out of Pueblo to Denver and some other various places. Well as convenient as it was to fly through them, it wasn't all peaches and cream so to say. So anyways I fly to Denver through them, first off they were 20 mins late and I still had to make a connecting flight. Anywhoo I hop on the plane and they take me to Denver. I have 10 mins to make it to my other gate which happens to be all the way across the DIA (Denver International Airport for those who don't know). I land in gate A55 and have to make it to gate A24 in less than 10 mins. Now anyone who has been to DIA before knows that is no easy feat. So I get there on time (luckily) and they tell me "Oh your plane is has been switched to gate A46."
Oh joy all the way back across the A-section of the fucking airport. So I run back there (luckily they were running a bit late themselves. I should mention they oversold the flight, so if I didn't make it on time they would give my ticket to someone else. Well thankfully I make it and they are still boarding. Well don't worry kids, the fun doesn't end there.
I finally arrive in Phoenix (I actually had a good flight) , and my sister is there to greet me etc etc. I am waiting at the baggage claim, when I notice.....everyone has already come and gone off my flight. Where the fuck is my bag? I go up to the frontier airlines (who were the people in charge of the second half of my flight) desk and ask if all the bags have arrived yet. She looks it up and then goes and checks the bag carousal and comes back and says yes. So where is my bag exactly? She says "Ugh, you flew Great Lakes.... that explains it" " They always lose luggage." My PS2 and PS3 are in that bag among my clothes and laptop and all my chargers (phone, DS, PSP etc etc). So here I am with practically nothing, and she says my stuff should be delivered to my house within several days. You've gotta be shitting me.
So the night I posted my top 10 is the day I got my crap back (earlier that evening). There you have it. Fucking bullshit if you ask me.... how the hell did my back end up in Salt Lake City....
