Arriving at DIA (Denver International Airport) nice and early, I had absolutely no stress weaving my way through the security gate. The line was moving nicely and it looked like I would have plenty of time to grab a breakfast before catching my United Airlines flight to Edmonton. Shoes off, and all my metallic bits and pieces carefully piled into the white trays, I breezed through without setting off any alarms or random screenings. I put on my belt and watch, slipped my wallet into my back pocket and put the laptop back into my satchel. Within minutes, I was on the train going from the main terminal building to the B gates station.
I was sitting calmly on the ledge at the back of the train car, with only a few other people - it was still early in the morning, the crowds hadn't built up yet. I reached down to my left, to make sure my small piece of luggage was in place as we zoomed along toward the A gates station.
Oh poop, I thought to myself. Where was my suitcase?
In a flash, I realized that I had neglected to pick up my small carry-on.
"Shoot!" I said aloud. "I left my suitcase at security."
"Was that yours?" said the lady across the way. "They were wondering whose that was. A black case with wheels?"
"Yah, that was me!"
I jumped off the train at the A gates station and got on the train going the other way, back to the main terminal. At this point, my brain was trying to sort out two things: 1) how much time I had left, and 2) how could I get back to the security area.
I made the decision to get out on the arrivals side and made my way back through the security line. I managed to get into an express line and got through within five minutes, a minor miracle in my view, as the long line was taking 20 minutes to a half hour. Oh well, everything worked out, and I still had time for breakfast before catching my flight.