Our luggage is back!
One great big cardboard box (containing a suitcase and a large backpack full of clothes, plus two small plastic tubs full of sundries) and one large cooler full of camping equipment both went missing on our trans-America bus trip, at different stages of the journey. After two weeks, we were despairing of ever seeing them again. And now, just like that (well... not quite... I've received and made dozens of phone calls over the past fortnight), they're safe and sound here in Toronto. One had ended up in Buffalo, in courier express; the other, in Detroit, in unclaimed baggage.
*Does a one-legged happy dance!Hoppy dance?*
I gotta say, I was astonished at how disorganized Greyhound USA is as a company; at every station, procedures were different, and we were told that the stations before had done it all wrong. Things were undone and redone for us over and over. I crutched back and forth between baggage and ticketing several times in some places. But... all the people working in that maelstrom -- at least the ones we dealt with personally -- were wonderful to us and did everything they could to help. I know a lot of work probably went into finding our bags and getting them back to us. So, on the one hand: Fuck you, Greyhound. But on the other: Thank-you, Greyhound!
If you want drama to stop following you everywhere, try letting go of the leash.