Is there really such a thing as foreseeing bad luck?

It was just my luck; it was Saturday April the 16th when I flew to Kaohsiung, Taiwan. Before I boarded my plane, my good luck charm on my bag broke off. I started to freak out and wonder if something bad was going to happen. Talk about paranoia; "Is going to asia for a whole year a bad idea?" In the past, I had worked on cruise ships for months at a time and I had gotten used to being away. Truth is, I had never been away from home (Toronto, Canada) for more than 4 months at a time. After a few minutes of contemplation, I realized that I was psyching myself out, and that I needed to STOP IT!.

At that very moment, upon my denouément, rain started to pour heavily outside. That old sense of paranoia started kicking in. Luckily, the flight (from Toronto to Chicago) was fine and I landed safely.

However, my backpack was not so lucky.

Since it was a small plane and I had a larger-sized backpack I had to valet my bag. When I got it back, I found half of my bag to be soaking wet. WTF, American Airlines?!

I opened up my bag to find all my cds and books wet! Out of all the things I had in my bag, it had to be the most water-soluble items. I was soo pissed! I went straight to an American Airlines representative, told them about what happened, and tried to file a complaint. They began sending me into a circle of service reps and random employees. They sent me to this guy then to that, making it close to impossible to permanently complain about their company. Aren't they clever, annoying little bastards. I bet if I had a positive comment it would be quoted on their website within the hour. As I had a connecting flight I had to let go of the issue and move on. I told the last American Airlines representative off (about their shitty service) and proceeded to my next flight (from Chicago to Toyko). Headed into a country that recently had a chernobyl-level nuclear accident. Just my luck, eh?



Heading to Narita, Japan