A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Tokyo

I made the very hard decision to take another semester abroad. I'm heading back to Tokyo.

Right now I am in my 8th hour of my 14 hour layover in Toronto. I am the best planner ever. The only good thing to come of this is that there is free wifi in the airport here.

Recap of the past 24 hours:

I packed all my belongings into 4 bags. 2 duffles, 1 small backpack, and 1 big backpack that I borrowed from my brother. It's one of those common EMS blue backpacks. After all the packing, which went down to the last minute, my parents rushed me to Laguardia for my flight. Everything went smoothly at the airport and the flight went quickly. I landed in Toronto, grabbed a cart and my bags and headed to customs.

Before leaving my house in NY my mom packed me some leftover chinese food. When I went through customs they asked me if I had any meat on me. I replied yes and said I have the chicken. Customs then grilled me about the chicken. Telling them it was chinese food chicken was even worse. After the interrogation they let me through. I found quiet spot at the airport, made my bag fort, and tried to get some sleep.

At about 5AM I was looking for some tissues in my bags. I checked the top pouch of the backpack my brother lent to me. The pouch was empty. I know I packed things in there so I reached inside thinking security snatched some of my things. I felt a ball in the pouch. I pulled it out and it was a hacky sack with the Canadian flag on it. THIS WASN'T MY BAG!

I ran upstairs to the baggage area and the bag was nowhere to be seen. The baggage clerk then asked where I came from on my flight. I told him New York and he said the bag could be in the other baggage area through customs. The bag had to be there. If it wasn't I would be wearing what I had on for the next 4 months. This backpack had all of my clothes in it.

I went back through customs and found my bag sitting next to carousel #7. I'm happy other people aren't idiots like me and take other peoples bags.