H arrived this morning at 6:20 am. It seemed like a good idea when we booked the ticket; she was going to sleep on the plane and I would be well rested and wake up early to get her. Of course it didn’t work out that way …
The Bears game went into over time, which here on the East coast means midnight and H didn’t sleep more then 20 minutes on the flight thanks to a kid across the aisle who screamed for four straight hours.
The next two days will be spent visiting family, friends and whomever else we see along the way. It’s always impossible to see everyone we want which is incredibly disappointing to us. Hopefully we will get back early in the New Year and have a good visit.
So yesterday my dad’s neighbor stopped by and we got to talking. She works for a major airline and somehow we got on the topic of baggage.
Did you know airlines take all lost bags they can’t trace back to their owner and auction them off? Apparently once or twice a year people can bid on a suitcase and all the contents inside. Unreal!
The moral of the story was to include your contact information inside your suitcase, prominently displayed. Bag tags come off from time to time and trying to identify your blue suitcase with a pink ribbon just isn’t going to cut it. So get your name and contact information inside, somewhere it can be easily found and read.
It hasn’t snowed any more here, but it certainly isn’t any warmer either.
Re the kid across the aisle being an ass for the flight- I once, on the last flight on a 3 flight return trip- asked the Father of a screaming child if he possible considered telling the child it was being an asshole- and that the its actions were disturbing the rest of the people on the flight. The round of applause was deafening.
This kid, who while at the airport waiting for the flight, managed to take its clothes off and make a complete ass out of itself. That led me to believe it would be a n ass on the flight, and of course, said child ended up on my flight- seated directly across from me. And directly behind my husband and our well mannered child. My daughter even turned around and asked the kid to stop screaming. The kid kicked my husbands chair one too many times and I thought my husband would come unglued, and I was really really hoping he would give the Father of this child a piece of his mind. But my fantasy was not acted out, I think the look of death my husband produced was enough for the man- and he did his best to quiet the child, by giving it a plastic fork- too bad she didn’t poke her own eye out.
Putting your info in your bag is a practice that goes back to the US MAIL- I recieve packages every year from older members of our family, and they always include a slip of paper with the address of the sender and the place to which the package is to be shipped to, just in case it doesn’t make it the first time. I used to think it was stupid- now I see the wisdom.
I HATE unruly kids, in any situation. I TOTALLY understand cranky, hungry, acting out kids- I have one and I am a grown one….but there is a line some cross, and when it is around me, you can BET ON IT, that I will very clearly let whoever needs to hear it- that I will not tolerate your asshole of a kid, no matter what the parent/caregiver may think anyone is willing to put up with. It has only happened 2-3 times, but the looks of appreciation (not to mention stunned and amazed looks to boot) are all I need to know I am not alone in thinking unruly kids SUCK.
Merry Day before Christmas!
I heard about those bag auctions.
They even have a retail store somewhere in the South that sell this stuff. Weird.
Glad to see you both had a safe trip and Merry Christmas!
Merry Day before Christmas Eve!!
Yes, found it. It’s called “Unclaimed Baggage” (original name) in Alabama.
http://www.unclaimedbaggage.com
They buy unclaimed baggage by the truckload and sell it retail.
Makes sense to me- kinda like the key jar at our local post office- our town is small- so where all these keys that get left behind are from…..they have to belong to someone, no?
I guess once people resign the bags are gone, they simpley forget about them- claim them on their insurance and rebuy the items.
Might be fun to check out sometime, the left over luggage store.