| Vonnie Davis |
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| My baby boy |
My youngest son drove us to BWI and hefted our luggage into the airport. "Mom, promise me you'll be careful. You can't be friendly to everyone you meet. You've got to be more aware of your surroundings." Now, who gave this kid parental rights over me? But to keep him from getting all spastic, I patted his check and assured him I would.
Neither Mike nor I ever mentioned the safety of my luggage. Somewhere between BWI and Ft. Lauderdale, my luggage took a detour. No, it didn't fall overboard, it just disappeared. Yes, I had a carry on, but having never traveled like this before, dummy here, packed it with pajamas, jewelry, make-up and a camera....oh, and two pair of high heels for formal nights on the ship.
Theresa's luggage was delivered to our room, but not mine. I waited and waited. Finally, I went to the concierge desk and asked. By then, we had sailed. She gave me a new suitcase and a stipend to buy some clothes in the ship's store. Too bad the ship's store only believed in women in small sizes. There wasn't one item of clothing that would fit me.
On one of our trips ashore, I bought t-shirts and some shorts. Meanwhile, I was hand washing my one pair of undies in the sink every night. Formal nights came and went without me. I was not allowed in without proper attire.
So, to add insult to injury, on the flight home, my new luggage got lost too. Yup, you're listening to the only woman who has lost her luggage coming and going on a cruise. My original suitcase went to Costa Rica, where it probably had more fun than I did. It took three weeks to reach me and it wasn't talking about what kind of partying it had done. The new suitcase went to Texas, realized it couldn't ride a horse and got to me two days after I got home.
Thank goodness Paisley and her pink-haired grandmother didn't lose their luggage on the way to a relative's funeral in Scotland. Gram got them in enough trouble as it was...
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