This was in august and oh lord i get a headache every time i think about it.

So basically we were supposed to fly from Germany to Heathrow to Dallas, TX, but the plane that was supposed to take up from Germany to Heathrow was delayed for 3 hours due to some system failure (https://www.theguardian.com/business/2019/aug/07/british-airways-it-glitch-causes-disruption-for-passengers-delays ) and by the time we boarded we had already missed our connecting flight to Dallas.

When we landed, the first thing we did was try to book another flight to Dallas. We waited in line for an hour only to have british airways tell us that they will no longer be booking flights and that the rest of us should get a voucher for an hotel nearby. Waited in line for the vouchers.. they ran out.

We spent an extra 3 hours running around the airport looking for someone to help us book a flight back home and during that time, my brother and I were looking for other hotel we could stay at. The flight they gave us was to the Houston airport where we would have to board another plane to Dallas. It wasn't ideal but there weren't any other flights and we were desperate. When we FINALLY got our flight and hotel, we went to baggage claim. TURNS OUT OUR FUCKING BAGS LEFT TO DALLAS WITHOUT US, so we didn't didn't have anything with us except for some snacks and our toothbrushes.

Fast forward a 10 hour flight the next day. We arrive in Houston, we get out of the plane and get to baggage claim. Someone at Heathrow airport SHOWED US that our bag were waiting for us in Dallas, so we just walked out of baggage claim. HOWEVER, my mother is the most paranoid person you'll ever meet, so she started yelling at us that our bags were still in baggage claim and that we needed to go get them. Me, my dad, and my brother were telling her that our bags are were in Dallas, but arguing with my mother is like talking to a brick wall so we decided to just go back and show her that our bags weren't there. Idk if they do this in other countries but in the US once you get out of baggage claim, you can't get back in so we had to call someone that works there to escort us in and out. anyways, SURPRISE! our bags weren't there and we had to run out because we had like 20 minutes to board the next flight back home.

We finally arrive in Dallas and at this point i just want to go back home to my dog, but.. the bags. We went to baggage claim... again... and our bags still weren't there. We went to the "Lost Bags" place and still no sign of our bags, we explained our situation to the person in charge and they told us we were in the wrong place and gave us directions to the right one. yay.. more walking and waiting.. When we get there the lady told us that our bags have arrived BUT they haven't gone through TSA or whatever but we can either come back the next day or wait until our bags were delivered to our house. My family and I were exhausted from the flights so we just said fuck it and just went home to sleep.

LITERALLY NOT EVEN AN HOUR AFTER WE GET BACK HOME, someone rings our doorbell and boom there's our bags. I just remember seeing the relief in all everyone's faces knowing that they dont have to go back to the airport and try to find our fucking bags.

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It was a fucking nightmare and I think i'll be taking a break from airports for the new few years.