Steve and I flew to Scotland on Monday. On separate flights. Six hours apart.
I left in the morning and flew to Minneapolis and then to Amsterdam, where I was informed that my final flight to Edinburgh was canceled. Not to worry, though, I was booked on a later flight, bought myself a baguette, and hung out in a waiting area with some confused travelers from India.
It was after, I arrived in Scotland that I had my little mishap. I was wearing my 35-lb backpack and pulling a 45-lb suitcase, with my elephant bag and my laptop bag slung over my shoulder. The bags were so heavy, and I was so tired. So heavy! So tired!
I bought my bus voucher to the train station and I hauled my heavy (heavy!) bags to the bus stop and wrangled the backpack and the giant suitcase onto the luggage racks. And that is the moment in which I realized that I no longer had my laptop bag (with my passport and cell phone inside). Fortunately, in that same moment, the woman who'd sold me my ticket at the information desk in the airport came to tell me she'd found my bag. Unfortunately, the bus driver didn't listen to my explanation of the situation and, while I ran back into the airport to pick up my laptop bag, the driver DROVE AWAY with my bags.
Oh, it's fun to explain to the punk, British kid at the bus ticket office that you're an idiot and have managed to send your bags to Waverley Station without you.
But it was fine, and I got the luggage back and successfully dragged it up the six flights of stairs to our flat with only a tiny bit of muttering (and maybe a teeeeeny bit of murmuring) about the arduousness of dragging heavy (heavy!) bags up so many, many stairs.
The End.
7 comments:
I am so glad that you made it, and with your baggage, no less. I hope that you eventually got to see your new husband, in addition to your luggage. Congratulations, again! I'm so very, very happy for you.
You should definitely write a book.
THE END.
Is that really what chick-lit is about? I mean dragging and pulling heavy bags? I thought it was about unfilled desires or something? Sexual inequality? The job market?
I didn't understand it was mostly about luggage.
I can totally feel your pain with the 6 flights of stairs and 85+ lbs of luggage. For those who don't know there is the 50 yard uphill walk to stairwell from the bus stop. There are eight steps per flight for a total of 48 steps in the stairwell. Then 25 paces to the door, then 15 steps down to the main floor. I know the journey well. YOU ROCK GIRL!!!
KWB
PS: Then you have all of the instructions from Steve on how to get the flat habitable (warm).
Oh, no, actually, it's only the beginning.
MarmDad
Thanks, Moo! Yes, Steve got in several hours later, so THAT was good.
Heidi--Hmmm . . .
James--It's often about unfulfilling jobs and desires, but it's MOSTLY about awkward mishaps.
KWB--Fortunately, I took a cab from the train station, so I was spared the walk from the bus stop, but I'm glad someone understands the full terribleness of those stairs. And, yes, there was a detailed note of instructions with accompanying post-it notes--very helpful.
MarmDad--The beginning of some things, but the end of separate travels with giant bags, I hope.
I'm glad your life hasn't changed too much.
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