I usually make it a point not to complain on my blog or on facebook–but today, things are different. This has been the worst day EVER, and because I suddenly have 7 hours at the airport with nothing to do, I’m going to tell you exactly how I got here….
Okay, whatever, I’ll just go to the next one. Nope, somehow I got shuffled back behind 10 more people. So from there I got to wait another 5 minutes behind people who live in LA, when I had to make a flight that was leaving in 45 minutes. Anyway, I eventually made it through and sprinted over to the baggage area to get my large suitcase and our enormous pop-up display for work. It’s a really awkward hard case that’s about 4×3 and 60lbs. I spotted them both pretty quickly, start walking backwards and pulling them (it’s the only way it works) and I was on my way.
This is when it really goes downhill. I noticed a blood like substance dripping from my suitcase. It took about .2 seconds for me to realize that it wasn’t blood–it was wine. I just started crying instantly. So much for the $4 protective wine bubble wrap I bought at one of the wineries. I’m such a sucker. So I run over to customs in tears and open up my bag to assess the damage. I’m still not exactly sure if everything is ruined, but the first thing I saw was my favorite cream cardigan tie-dyed with Merlot. Fabulous. Now I’m tearing up just thinking about it. Emotional much? Luckily I met the nicest man on the face of the earth in the immigration line and he was right behind me witnessing all of this in customs now too. He ran over and grabbed me a cart and helped me to regain composure. He was an angel. So here we go through customs…30 minutes til wheels up. I made it through pretty quickly and then David (the nice guy) helped me get directions to the Continental desk to check-in and recheck my bags. I gave him a hug (yes, a stranger…but he was so nice) and I was off.
The terminal was u-shaped, so the lady said I could take a shortcut–cross the street, cross a parking lot, cross another street–and bam, Continental. So off I went…kind of. In the middle of 4 lanes of busy traffic I hit a bump and everything went flying. At that point I considered just giving up…leaving it all in the middle of the road in LA and getting on that plane. All I wanted (and still want) was to be home. That’s when another amazingly nice citizen got out of his truck and helped me repile everything onto the cart. Embarrassing! About 15 minutes and 4 crashes later, I finally ditched the cart and just started running backwards with the bags. When I showed up at the continental desk I know I looked ridiculous…dirty, sweating and too old to be crying. Even more embarrassing. So I told the girl at the desk I was there for the 5:05 flight and she just shook her head–the flight hadn’t left yet, but it was too late to check my bags. I told her I didn’t care if the bags didn’t come for 3 weeks (everything was basically runied anyway), but she said /i couldn’t travel without them. But don’t worry, it doesn’t stop here 🙂 So she put me on standby for a 6:25 flight–not bad. I would still make it home by 11. So fast forward to 7:45 (the flight was delayed over an hour)…I was 4th on the list and after filling the plane with the ticketed passengers they started calling off names on the standby list. Hallelujah! After they called the third name I started to get my things together knowing I was next. Then she calls out a man’s name. WHAT THE HECK? The guy next to me gets up and runs over, so excited to be going home tonight. Worst of all, this was the same guy who arrived at the check-in desk 10 minutes after I had…he had missed the same 5:05 flight and clearly should’ve been after me on the list. I found out later that he was an ElitePass member so he got bumped up before me. I mean seriously, talk about the luck I have?? This has to be some kind of mean joke. As I type this, there’s a police officer with a drug dog circling my area. I would probably have to make this into a movie if it goes that direction.
OH NO! I have been waiting and waiting for a blog post from you because I was so excited to hear about all the fun things – I'm so sory!! This is terrible and one of the HUGE downsides of just traveling in general 🙁 I hope you are home by now and have kissed Hazel & Chris, showered and brushed your teeth! Can't wait to see the fun posts too!! But really glad you are back in the US safe!!
That is terrible Vanessa! Hopefully you are home safe and sound by now and have enjoyed the simple things:) Looking forward to hearing about the positive happenings of your trip.
Ali Moore says
Oh wow – by now you are home, safe and sound. Hope you are sleeping in your own bed (heaven) curled up with Hazel and ready for the Cats tomorrow! Miss you!
A Pay Pay says
Oh V, how sad! I hope you're home safe and sound!
You are right, this is straight out of a movie!! I got anxiety just reading this post! Hope you are home sleeping now!
Courtney Kelly says
Don't worry. I cried at the airport in Washington after they lost my bags and I almost missed my flight after my 16 hour flight from Africa. I think they are used to it. Thank God you are home safe now.
Oh Vanessa! You have every right to vent. What a bummer. But, I am so glad you made it home safe and sound 🙂
VANESSA! I can not believe that happened! I feel so horrible for you! The lady on my very last flight home from Austria (secretly joking with me) told me I had to leave my purse in the front of the plane. After about freaking on her she said "All cute purses must stay with me :)". I basically said…"ha ha funny" and walked off. My nerves were shot by that time so I when you said you were crying I was like omg I totally would of been balling by that time! SO looking forward to hearing about the good part of your trip!