I work up this Saturday morning at 4am Tokyo time, which is 3PM New York time on Friday. I can never sleep well the day before a flight, an affliction which really sucks if you fly 50 legs per year.
I went to the gym, packed my bags, had breakfast and by 9am I was off to the airport. It is now past midnight in New York, 28 hours since I left my hotel after a long connection in Shanghai (don't ask) and in still waiting for my bags to come through. I never check a bag, mainly because I'd prefer to schlep it through an airport than deal with the endless waiting at the end of a long flight. But when I was gifted a couple of bottles of Saki, I didn't have much of a choice and did the one thing I promised myself I'd never do again, especially when there is an international connection involved. We deplaned an hour ago and I have already been standing here for 50 minutes painfully watching the same twenty suitcases go around this conveyer belt but mine is nowhere to be found. All for a bottle of saki that I didn't want and will sit in my cabinet for years, until one day I take it out and bring it to somebody's house as a housewarming gift at which point it will sit in their cabinet for years.
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