Obviously from the title, you know part of what I’m about to tell you; and like most stories it has a moral at the end of it. See, I like to think of myself as a star traveler. Someone with great wisdom and knowledge about all things vacation. Somehow the universe has a way of kicking your ass off that shiny little pedestal you put yourself on by giving you a wake up call! Here’s the run down of our lost luggage in London!
Okay wait, before I get started, let me tell you that my boyfriend and I bought a round trip ticket from Atlanta to Boston and another round trip ticket from Boston to London…it was way cheaper that way. K, now really on to the story.
7 am: Roll out of bed to catch a flight to Boston
I won’t spare you the details of how sloth like I am in the morning trying to prepare everything before driving to the airport. Let’s just say, we made it safely, checked our luggage and when on our merry way.
The thing about our bag was…it wasn’t just any bag. It was a VERY SPECIFIC ski bag. Unlike anything I had ever seen before. Why did we take a ski bag? Well you guessed it, because we were going skiing in France after London! (Who would have thought right?) So my chronically cold ass always brings a 24 pack of hand warmers with me…I shoved those in the front of our bag and it weighed in total 43 pounds. Not too shabby for a shit ton of ski gear.
12 pm: Arrive in Boston
Since it was the holidays and Boston is notorious for bad weather, I made sure our flight was wayyyy early in case we got delayed so we weren’t scurrying to our overseas fight later that night. After we got the bag I got the urge to look and see if for some reason they had taken my hand warmers and sadly they HAD! (or so I thought at the time). I shook off the sadness and my boyfriend took the bag to the counter while I charged my ever dying phone. From there we got picked up by my friend Brooke to explore Boston on our long layover.
7 am: Arrive in London
Okay, first, why are all the damn airports in London an hour from the center?? WHY? All of them! Anyways, we got our luggage, obviously a little tired and ready to head to our Airbnb to shower up and take on the day! One hour later we make it to our cute little apartment.
8:30 am: FREAK THE FUCK OUT
I go to open our ski bag (which for some STUPID reason I decided to put ALL my pants for the trip in instead of my carry-on) I take a look inside and its a bunch of men’s underwear, socks and flip-flops!
Pretty sure every person in the United Kingdom heard me scream. FUCKING MEN’S UNDERWEAR! Like who puts those things in a SKI BAG. I was livid. But we literally had no one to blame but ourselves.
At this point, I’m crying because I just wanted our trip to run smoothly, AND I didn’t want to wear the same damn pants I had worn on the plane all day AND I didn’t want to spend extra money buying over $2,000 worth of ski gear that we felt like we had lost!
12:00 pm: Contact Delta
After about 30 minutes of placing blame on each other, we decided to take the next step which was getting in contact with Delta. Long story short, their offices in the US weren’t open until about 12 pm in London. Yes, I ended up having to wear the same damn outfit I wore on the plane. Guess this mean’s were going shopping! I freshen up my pits, shower myself with dry shampoo and we hit the town. As were shopping, we finally get in contact with Delta, they had our bag in Boston!
Sweet Mother Teresa. We didn’t lose all our expensive ski gear and I don’t have to wear the same pants! They told us that no one had claimed our luggage and that they would send it on the next flight over, but we HAD to send the other bag back. DUH, You think I want to keep a bag full of whitey-tighties? No thanks.
Wanna hear something funny? As I was charging my phone in Boston, my boyfriend was the one who took the luggage to the ticket counter. He said he thought something was wrong when the bag only weighed 37 pounds, but thought nothing of it! Hmmm, last time I let him do math on our vacation.
8 am (The Next Day) : Uber to the Airport
We kept getting a call from the airport saying they had our luggage so we swiftly got up and made the one hour ride. Once we got there, a person told us we had to call on this weird phone in a room and wait for someone to answer. Well, two other people were in there and had waited for over an hour. JUST FREAKIN GREAT. More time being wasted dealing with the bullshit (which was totally our fault) but it was still frustrating. Finally WE got a call from the airport on my BF’s phone and told them where we were. We also adopted a guy who had waited to talk to Delta all morning. I figured we might as well help out someone else since we were getting our luggage back!
9:30 am: LUGGAGE IS BACK
After a very long and stressful few days, the bag was back! Everything was in it, even my HAND WARMERS! All is right in the world again. We quickly got the fuck out of there, but not before I put on some fresh new pants! PS. Sorry I don’t have a picture of our actual lost luggage. I sent it back to my boyfriends mom as soon as we got home and wasn’t sure if I’d be writing about it BUT you can see my terrible green velvet pants I decided to wear on the plane. Next time I’ll settle for black in case my bag gets lost! Here is us happy again with NEW pants on…
Moral of the story
Don’t think that just because you “claim” to be the travel guru that nothing will go wrong when you go somewhere. Let me tell you, it will. It always does. Flights will be delayed, connections will be missed, accommodations will suck, transportation won’t be up to par, AND LUGGAGE WILL GET LOST.
Two things you need to learn from my mistake:
#1: BUY TRAVEL INSURANCE! If we had really lost our luggage…our credit card actually comes with travel insurance but it would have been a hassle. (Chase Sapphire Preferred) If you don’t have a card with insurance, book it through your flight or something! That extra $12-30 might seem like a waste but it’s not!
#2: CHECK YOUR BAG!! We didn’t have a name tag on it…we didn’t have anything on the outside to show it was truly ours. Totally, 100% our fault. Put a name tag, some rainbow ribbon, a light up sensor IDC just put something so this tragedy doesn’t happen to you! Even after you do that, always check the inside of your luggage, not just the outside. Make sure everything is there so you have a peace of mind for the duration of your trip.
Phew! Glad we got that squared away! Hopefully you learned from my experience and will take the necessary precautions for your next vacation so this shit doesn’t happen to YOU! And if you decide not to, and it does happen, well then, I told ya so. Have you had a mishap like this before?? I wanna hear about it!
BTW…I’m trying to put together more confessional posts so if you have a story, short or long, I would love to have it and feature it on my blog! Email me firstname.lastname@example.org with the title CONFESSIONAL and send it in! Leave your blog name or any social media handle you want me to add OR you can just say (remain anonymous) but that’s no fun! Can’t wait to hear your juicy stories! The crazier/raunchier the better! Until next time muffins….
xo Bonvoyage Bitches