The most aggravating part of flying, by far is waiting for your baggage at the end of the flight. At that point all that is between you and your final destination is a team of bag handlers and a slow moving conveyor belt or carousel. You wait and hope that the first bag out onto the belt is yours because if it’s not, then you immediately start to panic. Thoughts like, “What if they lost my bag?” and “I’ll have no toothbrush.” start to cross your mind. The longer it takes the more convinced you become that the bag didn’t make it. If it takes too long, you start to plan what you’re going to say to the person in the lost baggage office. “What do you mean it’s in Tahoe? I’m in Boston! And I have no toothbrush, give me my toothbrush! Now!” It never occurs to you that it takes time to get a bag from Tahoe to Boston or that you can buy another toothbrush. A few minutes go buy and your prepared monologue for the poor person behind the lost luggage picks up an explicative or two. Maybe even a creative hand gesture illustrating where you think the airline employees keep their heads. This internal ranting pause for a second when you noticed that the carousel has stopped moving and your bag is not on it. Under normal circumstances you would notice that at least half of the other passengers are still waiting for their bags and come to the conclusion that your bag is still coming, but after ten minutes at the baggage claim you think that you’d better make your way towards the lost baggage room because there’s going to be a line and you hate lines. When the belt starts moving again, you freeze because you see a bag that looks like yours, it’s the right size and right color and wheels, but after you pushed someone’s grandmother out of the way to get it, you read the tag and notice that it’s not your bag. It was a dummy bag, sent out by the baggage people to mess with your head. That has to be the explanation because that bag will go around a hundred times. No one will pick it up and you think it might be your bag every time it comes into view. It makes you wonder if the airport is run by the devil. Relief finally comes when you notice another bag next to the dummy bag that looks like it might be yours. You don’t get your hopes up because the dummy bag has broken your will, but you check the tag anyway and see that is in fact your bag! You grab the bag off the belt; give the person at the lost luggage counter a friendly wave and head towards the taxi stand. You have your bag and life can continue, until you fly home.