Ch 21: Lucky like a Pigeon

September 16-18. I'm off to England! A new period in my life. A time of discovery. A time to learn. A time for the worst string of luck I've ever experienced.

A recap:
-I just about pack my lifes belongings into two 50 pound bags (the international limit) and two 20 pound carry ons (my own limits). Feeling good about it.#
-Day of my flight, Delta Air calls and tells me my flight to Atlanta (TO CONNECT TO LONDON)has been changed to an earlier time. Rush to the airport.#
-Find out they booked me onto a United flight. OK, no biggie.
-Flight is delayed 30 minutes, then 1 hour, then two, then three.
-On the phone for two hours with Delta and United to book me on another flight to make it to England in time. Nothing. They keep telling me what should they do - like i'm the pro at fixing their problems =p
-Take flight to Atlanta, too late of an arrival for my connection. Land.
-I call and book myself the next earliest flight out of Atlanta to London.
-I confirm with the lady at the counter who assures me that my bags are garanteed to be on board with me the next day.
-Land in London, wait for bags, mind wanders into dark areas - "could they really have messed up my bags as well?" Bingo, they did. No bags.
-Call around for my bags, no go.
-Check my email, Bam! I no longer have an apartment after a mix up / confusion between the agent and one of my (now will no longer be) roomates. #
-I take the train to the bus station. Bam! I'm somehow selected for anti-terror inspections. Random they say? The only non brit to walk out of the underground? 30 minutes of searching my bags and me.
-Sit at the bus station to pick up my tickets. Bam! I have a confirmation but the payment did not go through. Wait around to buy another ticket.

A SCRAPPY LOOKING PIGEON WALKS UP TO ME AND LOOKS AT ME.

-I laugh to myself. I should be recording this.