I arrived at the airport in Quebec City for my return flight to the US. As I'm preparing to print my boarding pass at the kiosk, I need to get my itinerary with my confirmation number. Where's the itinerary? In my backpack. Hey, where's my backpack? Oh, it's in the backseat of the taxi I just left.
I ran outside, but the taxi was gone. It has my computer, passport, everything. Fortunately, thanks to the intrepid information desk at the airport (I love Canadians), the unbelievable bell staff and concierge at the Q.C. Hilton, I got it back in time for the flight. The bell staff KNEW what cab I'd taken by description! And the concierge CALLED the cab driver, who'd gone home, then drove over to the guy's house and got my bag and brought it to the airport.
Whew. The whole thing felt like one of those travel nightmares I have frequently.