Vacations are something my family really doesn’t do. We occasionally will go for a weekend to someplace nearby but usually it’s nothing fancy. It’s not a VACATION it’s a vacation. It’s not TRIP it’s a trip. So I was exceptionally excited when my dad offered to fly Bekah and myself to Virgina Beach for a full week of awesomeness.
And the trip was awesome….but no one wants to hear about how I sat on the dock/beach drinking cold beer and reading/listening to music for a week. They want to hear me bitch about Northwest Airlines. Who am I to question the pressure of my peers?
When we arrive at Norfolk everyone picks up their luggage….everyone but Bekah and I. This is particularly annoying since my contact solution was in my bag. Now before I hear this carry on business I just want to put this out here right now. Target did not carry my brand in the 3 oz, F U sized bottle. Not to mention the whole idea behind needing to do that is ridiculous. You shell out that much money to get on a plane you’d think they could handle your luggage. Moving on….
We report our bags missing, get our travel vouchers and crappy Skyteam toiletry bag and head to the vacation house. After about 30 minutes of driving we get a call. Turns out our luggage was just on the wrong luggage carousal. Awesome, right? Well at least they could deliver it before noon tomorrow!
I got my swimming trunks at 6 PM the next day.
The rest of the week passes uneventfully until it’s time to return home. We get to the airport early like good sheep and stand in line. Northewest is cute and makes you use a computer terminal to self check in at first. So I did, it told me to talk to a person. So I did that instead. He spent an HOUR AND A HALF trying to figure out how to print my boarding pass. Eventually giving us a phone number for the Northwest automated phone line and telling us that we needed to call them and figure this out. That’s the point that my father had a small meltdown. Eventually they did get our passes printed (10 minutes before departure) and we somehow got on our plane.
When we got home….our luggage had been lost again. When we talked to the lady at the counter about it, “Oh it looks like you were a late check in. This doesn’t happen if you show up when you’re supposed to” I shit you not. My loving girlfriend decided she didn’t want me to make a scene and kindly explained our situation to the counter girl who’s only response was, “Well it wasn’t me” to which she responded, “I know….that’s why I’m not screaming at you”
Now for the “What the Christ” moment. We eventually get our luggage delivered to her apartment and everything is looking good. Thats when I get a call on my cellphone from NorthWest. They have my luggage and would like for me to pick it up in Cedar rapids. ….”In the quiet words of the virgin mary….come again?”
“We have your luggage, can you pick it up tonight?”
“Actually you don’t. We have it. You already delivered it to us”
“uh no we didn’t. It’s in my back room here”
“Well…not to burst your bubble but it’s in my backseat and I’m wearing the shorts that were in there….”
“Oh….well I’ll take your name off the list. ”
“You mean you don’t check this stuff before calling people”
“Have a nice day sir”
And that, is how you bracket a vacation with suck.