| Los Angeles. What's with that bizarre checked baggage screening deal? No signage as such so you queue first to get them scanned. After they x-ray your bags, you have to battle back to the check-in with the skycap where the bags are stacked in 'quarantine'. If you touch them, they go back to be screened again. On arrival, no airline rep available for over an hour to assist the 15 pax who's bags were still in Bangkok.
Ashgabat (Turkmenistan). Single passport checker who rejected any used looking dollar bills when paying for visa-on-arrival at 11 PM. Oh yes, they left some pax bags on the plane that continued on to Mumbai or Delhi. But the bra-less barmaid in the departures hall looked great every time she turned around after pulling a beer from the cooler!
Atlanta. Delayed departure, last international flight usually departs before 9 PM so when Delta finally gives me my seat back for the 1 AM departure (that's a whole other story), there's nobody downstairs to load our checked bags onboard. Once again, about a dozen people arrive in Rio without their bags.
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