Bound for Texas training

As I write this, I am in Texas for training. Very interesting day... After no sleep and a very little happy pill that let me sleep enroute, I walked out of the airport with my 2 big bags, carry on and a purse, to meet my driver via elevator and manuevering around an old couple with small children complete with a stroller...and simultaneously talking to the driver, ( since I walked out of the wrong gate and down the road) . Eric, ( who I called Dave for most of the day), said, stay where you are and I'll be right there. So I relaxed with a cigarette- yes I'm smoking again! Dave came and placed my big bag and carry on that were sitting next to me and off we went. Mike- a passenger, also a new hire, is talking about the luggage charges and it suddenly dawns on me that Dave only placed 2 bags in back. We go back to my pick-up point where the police had cordoned off the area due to a suspicious package, with dog sniffers and the works. I ran up...and the police were ready to tackle me...screaming, wait! That's my bag...it's all a big mistake. I swear, the police man asks me to identify my bag sitting directly in front of me. If I hadn't been so frantic, I may have laughed! I said, my luggage tag has a picture of my poodle. He says, OK- she's good to go! So starts my adventure. It's exactly what my life is- FUN!!! Now, to sleep I go.