2025-10-19, 03:00 PM - Word count:
BAGGAGE: MINOR INCONVENIENCE
"Have you ever been on a plane before and had them do jack when you claim, with good fucking proof, that you're missing your baggage?" Zoe complained to one of her friends over the phone. She groaned as she turned over, putting her arm over her eyes. She was lucky she didn't need glasses, otherwise she'd just tear them off and toss them onto her floor. She could always go out and buy new ones after the fact. "I only ask because if I was stolen from, I'm going to be pissed."
It hadn't even been a day yet and she was already mad at the day. Her flight from New York just landed back in Canada and she was pretty sure some of her luggage was missing. She couldn't place it, but she knew something was up with that airline. "I mean, come on, how do you suddenly lose something that had more than just clothes in it? And how do you conveniently have the excuse that somehow it just got misplaced, and we'll refund you the entire ticket? The ticket wasn't even half of the value of some of the shit in there!"
She didn't just go to New York. It was one of her stops, but it wasn't a stopover necessarily. She just wanted to visit the recently retired October Moore in New York where she said she was. She was there for about a day before she quickly moved onto Sweden and Germany. She met a Finnish girl in Sweden who she was somewhat interested in knowing since she was seemingly figuring out the Swedish language, but other than that encounter, her mood was nothing but ruined.
