From Unknown to UnknownLate. I was late, very late. My flight was at 9:30, it was 9:15 and I still haven't left the house. I frantically threw everything into my car, not caring much about the contents, and drove away as quickly as I could. I arrived at the airport at 9.25am, only to find that my flight had been delayed and moved to 11am. So, to pass the time, I tried to organize my bags a little more. I've always been the type of person who went crazy before trips. I can always buy just about anything that says "Travel size" or "Comfortable for travel!" about them. In my mind, you can never be too prepared, because you never know what's going to happen. While I was trying to get organized, someone's son ran up to me and knocked my bag off my lap. What amazed me even more was that the child's parent didn't even seem to care. Frustrated, I started gathering my things and putting them back in my bag. Suddenly I noticed a stranger helping me gather my things. “Kids, huh?” he asked me. "Yes." I mumbled in response, I've never been good at small talk and I tend to have a sort of awkward nature. After everything was back in my bag, he asked, "So, where are you headed?" "Um, Vancouver. What about you?" for some reason his eyes lit up, as if I had just told him I was taking a flight to visit Jesus. “Washington, what are you going to Vancouver for?” “Visit family, what are you going to Washington for?” Business." It was strange, it didn't look like he was going on a business trip. It looked more like he was going to a music festival. He had two bags with him. One was a purse and the other a suitcase. Strange. He looked around for a while. a little nervously, then he leaned forward and whispered, “Could you make me…half the paper…not come? I wouldn't even be stuck with this suitcase I decided to walk around and see if anyone recognized this stupid suitcase. The more I walked around, the more frustrated I got. I was about to leave when a man walked up to me, pointed to the suitcase and said, "That's it mine". He was tall and wore a suit and bowler hat. He looked a bit like George Clooney, much more professional than before. “Oh, okay. Well, here you go.” I said to him as I handed it to him, “Thank you. I sure hope it hasn't given you any trouble." he stated. "Problem?" I asked, a little confused. What kind of trouble could a suitcase give me? What's inside? Now I really wanted to know. "Good morning to you... ", then he tipped his hat at me, winked and walked away.