They switched me to a later flight from Chicago to London, so I would stay on the original St. Louis to Chicago plane, then literally run to get through security and to the right gate before going to London. This also really cut down on my layover time in London. I had to run there too. But, I finally made it to Edinburgh! My bag, however, did not.
Apparently it was last scanned in Chicago, which means it could be in London, just not scanned yet, or it could still be somewhere floating around Chicago. It was marked! I don't understand. At least the airport guy here was one of the pleasant type, saying that if it doesn't show up before I leave that they will deliver it to where we are staying.
It better show up, or I'm going to throw a fit here in all my tired and frustrated glory, and put Mom on it at home. Now that I've dealt with all of these airport issues, I'm happily waiting for Taylor at the Starbucks by the baggage claim, taking advantage of the free wifi. I made a wish on my latte that my bag would magically make it to London and on Taylor's flight here, but I doubt it. Here's hoping!
(photos by e.hunt, and r.hunt)