June 14, 2007
So I figured my luggage wouldn’t arrive in New Delhi yesterday when the rest of me arrived, and since this happened to me here once before, I figured I knew the drill.
My London-Munich-New Delhi flight was one of those ones with almost no time in between connections — and those are the ones where you pretty much know how it’s going to go on the luggage side of things.
But then I arrived.
If you read my blog from the last time this happened, you’ll remember this image:
That was the “I’m sorry kit” from Lufthansa … 4000 rupees and some toiletries.
This time, I received the same thing — 4000 rupees and some toiletries. But then mysteriously, the service person gave me two boxes of Kit Kats. Now at 7:20 am after the second night in one week that I had spent the night sleeping on a plane, just about anything can be a bit confusing. This would have been confusing after a good night’s sleep and a multivitamin.
I looked at the two boxes of candy. I looked at the service person.
I looked at the boxes again – they’re the little sample-sized kit kats, with two bars in each package, 48 per box.
I looked at the service person – she was smiling the smile of someone who had just given another person two boxes of gold doubloons that she found on the ocean floor.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly, yawned and looked down. The boxes were still there. I did the math. 96 kit kats.
I responded “Uh, no thanks.”
She responded “No, these are for you.”
I responded “Uh. Thanks.”
So my Driver and I walked out of the airport with my backpack, 4000 rupees in my pocket, a toiletry kit and two boxes of kit kats.
Yesterday, anyone who commented about kit kats, positive or negative immediately received a bag with two dozen kit kats in it.
I think I’ll keep the last dozen to snack on in my hotel.
By the way, my luggage just got here.
