Three truths: I always give myself plenty of time at the airport. I like to check all the gear curbside with a redcap. I tip exceedingly well since I usually have a lot of gear to check. All good. Until some poor guy next in line stands next to me and checks his two pieces of luggage. (You know where this is going.) I arrive at Laguardia Airport, all but two of my bags arrive. The airline luggage service counter checks to see what happened and says my two missing bags should be here. Then they discover they're counting HIS two bags as MY two bags. My two cases of gear went with him to Philadelphia.
No sweat, we have just under four hours until a high-ranking exec at Ally Financial is scheduled to be photographed. I call ahead to a rental outfit in New York, send over a cab, get the gear delivered to our shoot location, set it all up in a hurry, wring the perspiration out of my t-shirt (!) and greet our subject. We pulled off the shoot (great stuff!), loaded the rental gear back into a cab, caught our flight back to Detroit, and no one knew anything went awry! And the airline? They were fantastic: they paid for everything; cabs, rental gear, and even tossed in bonus miles.