the adventure begins

I'm between flights in Charlotte, NC. When I boarded my first flight I realized that I had left my shoulder bag at the gate. Whoa! I jumped up checked around me, saw that the plane was still pretty empty, with even the seats folded over. I ran off. But wait I know I did bring on my bag. Wait, wait, Bob. Wake up. Good thing too since running off the plane at 37,000 feet is even a worse idea than biking 2k miles. Well I guess a little fear of the unknown is a good thing. I did kick my bag to test it for solidity.