It’s Official…We Should Not Travel (and give-away winners)

AUTHOR: | POSTED: August 15, 2013 | COMMENTS: 5 Comments
CATEGORIES: Blogging Honestly, Love & Marriage, Marriage, Shenanigans, Travel, Travel Trouble,

Carolyn Savage

We took a trip two weeks ago.  It wasn’t a family vacation.  It was going to be.  You see, before we became that family during our most recent spring vacation, we had delusional thoughts of schlepping our entire family to Breckenridge for my cousin’s wedding.  Luckily, we came to our senses only allowing Mary Kate to make the cut.  Frankly, we would have left her behind with our other children, but she was the flower girl.  Her attendance was required.

Seeing as how there were just three of us, I assumed things would go smoothly.  What’s the saying?  “Assume nothing.  Prepare for anything.”  Yeah.  We should have done that.  Turns out, much to our chagrin, that our travel mishaps cannot be blamed on our gaggle of children.  Apparently, the problem starts with the parents because we got ourselves into quite a shenanigan and the blame fell solely on Sean and I.

It all started when we deplaned in Denver.  You know that moment when you’re positioning yourself to squeeze out of your economy class seat.  It’s a stressful moment for me because I’m simultaneously spot checking seat back pockets, scanning under seats,  and inventorying the contents of my purse, carry-on, and Mary Kate’s backpack while trying to strategize how to squeeze out of our row as quickly as possible so as not to hold up the hundred or so impatient passengers behind us.  In that moment, I’m on multi-tasking overload.  So, when Sean asked me what our roller back looked like I responded curtly, “It’s black, with wheels.”  Realizing that my snotty response was…well…snotty, I quickly added, “It’s a Swiss Army bag.  It’s above my head…where you put it when we boarded.”  I know. No improvement.  I’m bitchy when I’m stressed.  Poor Sean.

Anyways, after successfully deplaning, retrieving our luggage and catching a shuttle to the car rental lot we were loading our Toyota Camry when I noticed something strange.  More specifically…a strange bag.  It was then that I frantically inventoried our stuff and realized that Sean had been dragging a roller bag that WAS NOT OURS.

At this time I’d like to apologize to all the travelers standing in the vicinity of the Alamo car rental lot.  I don’t usually use those kinds of words.  And…I hardly ever scream them.  I just couldn’t help it as the reality of what had happened crashed into me.  My mind was racing.  Our roller bag containing my laptop, my Nikon and various lenses was MIA, and worse, we had screwed over another passenger by absconding with their bag.

As I hyperventilated, Sean sped back to the terminal.  The plan?  For me to return the bag with a huge “mea culpa” and somehow, by the grace of God, find ours.  Before I got out of the car, I discerned the owner’s name of the bag we had stolen and hoped and prayed that Chad David Hayes had a sense of humor.

When I sprinted into the Delta baggage office my eyes fixated on two things.  First, I noticed the car seat we’d forgotten to get off the baggage carousel (yup…we did that too.  We are geniuses.)  Second, I noticed a tall, strapping man standing at the counter who was not only exasperated, but also looked like he’d just rolled out of Gold’s Gym.  As I caught my breath I heard him say, “No.  You don’t understand.  It didn’t have a baggage claim ticket.  It was a carry-on.  My name is Chad…”

…and I said, “David Hayes?

To which he spun around just in time for me to shove his bag at him while multiple, “I’m so sorries” spilled out of my mouth.

Have you ever had a moment when you knew something could go one of two ways?  This was one of those.  This was going to be really ugly…or…it wasn’t.  Luckily, it wasn’t because before I knew it, this man–who could’ve bench pressed me, Sean and Mary Kate simultaneously–enveloped me in the biggest, most unexpected bear hug.  Grateful to have his one and only bag back, he was happy his nightmare—caused by us—had been resolved.  And me?  I was happy we hadn’t tanked someone else’s vacation.

As he turned to leave the office, he informed me my bag was back at the gate.


An hour later (security line was long but somehow I figured it was penance for being so careless) I reunited with Sean and MK in the car.  Sean and I didn’t speak for the next hour or so.  When we screw something up this big we’ve learned to zip our lips.  When he finally broke the silence he said,  “We need to institute a ‘stop everything’ protocol when we get off a plane.

Agreed.  But you realize we may never get home.  I think it’s quite possible we’ve been added to Homeland Security’s ‘do not fly list‘”.

And…rightfully so.


From the wedding…

She blew bubbles down the aisle.

She blew bubbles down the aisle.









Thank  you for all your funny comments about hard-to-find school supplies.  The winners of the backpacks are…

Heather’s Comment

This year I am buying for my twins for Kindergarten after just having my two older children graduate high school! Their supply list requires Fiskars scissors. What are those? Last time I had a kindergartener, we just sent scissors!


Teri’s Comment

8, count ‘em, 8 folders with three holes punch to fit into a binder. The weirdest part? They have 7 class periods. Two of the class periods are music, one is gym, one is band, one is lunch. Seriously? I need to buy a folder for gym class? For what, dirty socks?? 

Heather and Teri-  Email me your mailing address through the “Contact Sean and Carolyn” button on the homepage (bottom) and I’ll slide these backpacks in the mail asap!  Congrats!


Happy Thursday!

5 Comments on “ It’s Official…We Should Not Travel (and give-away winners) ”

  • Teri | August 15th, 2013 10:37 am

    WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!! Thanks Carolyn for the backpack!!

    Now, can I just tell you how relieved I am that you absconded with someone else’s back from the plane? That makes me feel so relieved because I’ve done stuff that’s JUST as silly and irresponsible and I’m just happy to know that I’m not alone. 🙂

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  • Marion Downing | August 15th, 2013 11:33 pm

    Your comment was funny Teri, I was imagining you punching holes in socks so they could go in folders 😀

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  • Becky | August 15th, 2013 11:06 am

    Thanks for the laugh today! We did the same thing this summer…after a long flight from Paris, my husband picked up “my” bag and I took it though customs. Once we got back to Toledo, my husband got it out of the car and asked when I put a lock on it…I didn’t. We had to drive it back to Detroit and I as I did the walk of shame into the baggage office, they were bringing mine in. I felt so badly and like you, was hoping the owner was understanding!

    I needed the laugh with all this back to school shopping, so thank you! It was nice meeting you and Mary Kate in the crazy aisles of Target the other day – I’m the mom of Zack (boy with sticks!). Good luck with Drew’s college send-off!

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  • Heather | August 15th, 2013 11:54 am

    Wow. I never win anything! Thank you VERY VERY VERY much!

    As for the plane- in June, my husband and I traveled in via plane with our 4 kids, one grandchild, and her dad. And the 3 younger ones decided to loose their stuff on the 2 hour ride home from the airport! I was never so happy to be home.

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  • Marion Downing | August 15th, 2013 11:35 pm

    Congratulations Heather! I understand the brand name confusion (here in Australia my son needed “OfficeMax scissors”). Fiskars scissors sounds like you use them for fiskaring (whatever that is) 😀

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