Here is our conversation from last night (includes surprise ending):
Dean: Still no bag. Tracking number shows it as "missing."
Dean: Yeah. Beyond frustrated. Racing starts tomorrow. Only one more flight coming from Houston tomorrow morning. Hopefully it's on that flight.
Dean: On the bright side, Amsterdam is the greatest city on the planet. I want to move here.
Me: Glad there's a bright side - besides Scooby Doo (Dean earlier tweeted that Scooby Doo is better in Dutch.)
Dean: Yeah. Couldn't pick a better place to be stranded, really. Plenty to do/see.
Me: Are you in touch with race promoters?
Dean: Yeah. They are great. Yelling at the airline people in Dutch for me. Looking into options for borrowing equipment, and trying to get airlines to give me money.
Dean: Last bag arrived out of the blue. Rejoice! Clean clothes! Bike parts!
Me: Yay! This trip is going to make such a great story and you haven't even started to race.
Question: If the only flight that they thought might have the bag wasn't due until the next day, where did they find the bag? Neglected in a corner somewhere? Were they sitting on it on their lunch breaks? I call major incompetence. Off with their heads!