Letter from my Boss!!!!

I just want to tell what's happen last saturday when I was coming back to France from Bucharest.
I dont speak about getting up at 3:30 for taking the first plane, because I was in the boarding room excatly 1/2 h after having left the apartment. In the plane I could have completed my short night if the stewards did not wakened up me for their breakfast. Arrived in Brussels, I was lucky, no queue at the passport control. Unfortunately the luggage delivery was a little delayed. It was not such a problem because, among the travellers there was a nice young lady with a lovely mini skirt. I take my luggage , go to the station, buy my ticket for brussels mid. The Railways agent tells me," Run, because, the train is leaving in few seconds". I run, and I succeed to go in the train just before the closue of the door and the departure. I thought that it was my lucky day. That lasted only few seconds before I realised that I forgot my laptop at the ticket desk. You imagine the stress. I left the train at the first station, went back to the airport and arrived 45 minute after my first leaving at the airport station. My computer was no longer there. I had to queue for asking to the railway agent if they found him.
As usual, I was behind the guy who asked what he could visit in Belgium for the week end, what was less expensive, if it was cheaper to take a week end ticket for Brussels or to go for antwerpen etc, etc… You imagine the stress. At the end, I could ask to the agent if they had found a bag. The guy asked me, “what was in the bag ?”. I was ashamed to say “my computer”and I added that it was easy to recognise because there is my name written with big letters on it. He went to the back room.. and came back with. my lap top. He told me that an agent has noticed it a little after I left . They are making regular inspections because they are afraid of bomb hidden in lost bag. And they did not destroyed it because there was my name on the bag. I will never again make jokes about the Belgian. The agent told me, “ If you run, you can take the next train for Brussels”. I did not run, I waited for the next one. This story for explaining why sometimes we could be a little nervous !