TRAVEL THERE: ON OUR WAY TO ROME
It was time. We threw our luggage in the car and picked up Deborah with her bags. We left our car at Park and Fly, rode their bus to the terminal and went through security. By 9:50 AM we were at our gate for our 11:45 flight to Montreal. The Anniversary Cruise was really going to happen.
Small Drama at the Gate
I’d never flown Air Canada, so I started off with a clean slate, but it didn’t stay clean for very long. I sat at the gate with my bestie, while Bill did his usual ramble around the terminal. I had the new carry-on bags next to me and for a few moments I didn’t have a worry in the world.
Then an airline employee strolled down to where we were sitting and informed me I would have to check one of my carry-ons. I went into an immediate panic. The only thing in the carry-ons were our clothes for the vow renewal ceremony. I knew, should my luggage get lost, I could buy a couple of sundresses and get by, but I couldn’t replace my gown or Bill’s tuxedo. This whole trip was for the ceremony and I wasn’t going to allow it to be ruined by lost baggage.
I have no idea why this woman picked me out of all the people at the gate. One carry-on was slightly larger than the other, but the bigger one was regulation and the other even smaller. Maybe, because it was purple. Maybe, because I just looked too happy for the surly employee to tolerate. Darn, I hated to have my travel day ruined so early into the trip.
I decided I was not going to argue with this lady. I was going to delegate it to Bill. I told her the bag she indicated was my husband’s and she’d need to talk to him about it. She made some snarky comment and waddled back to her position behind the counter. I worked a few more crossword puzzles and waited for Bill to return.
When he strolled up, I pulled him aside and informed him of the situation. I warned him I would go into full melt-down mode if that lady took away my bag. I reminded him we had a layover in Montreal, so that was fertile ground for a lost bag. Later in the trip I would know just how true that statement was, but for now, I was just speculating.
Bill went and talked to the lady. He fit the bag into that metal contraption that is supposed to identify over-large bags. The lady should have apologized for upsetting me, but instead she threatened Bill with the flight crew, warning him they would take the bag away when it did not fit. What was this lady’s problem?
Quick Lunch and a Flight
We needed to grab a meal before we flew. Deb and Bill opted for Chikfila, but I chose to spend my travel calories on a soft pretzel. I love them dearly and doing battle with the mean lady had worked up and appetite.
The flight was uneventful. It was a small commuter aircraft, but the carry-on in question fit up in the overhead bin, just like it was supposed to do. The whole luggage bit was just unnecessary drama, thank you very much.
Next stop Montreal! Rome here we come!
5 thoughts on “Load ‘Em Up, Head ‘Em Out”
Just now seeing this post. Since I’ve moved into a retirement community in Bryan, Texas, it has reminded me of your EARLYWOOD WIP. You should publish it, even on Amazon. ❤️
Sometimes people like to feel power in their position. Too bad they have to feel this way. Is there a reason they single you out? Looking forward to reading about your cruise.
I have no idea what it was. We found the gate. Deb and I sat down. She played a game on her phone, while I did crosswords. Bill rambled off to explore. Was it because my luggage was purple? Was it because we were among the first to arrive at the gate? Beats me?
Jane, as I was reading your post, I saw it as a movie scene. You characterized that lady so well, just by your deft use of verbs! Can’t wait for the next installment! 😎
Well, thank you! That’s high praise coming from you!