A Feel Good About Yourself Post

Wouldn't it be so funny if you went on a 3.5 day transcontinental journey, and when you got home, after 8 hours of airports and flying, you accidentally picked up someone else's bag at the baggage claim?  A bag that looks just like yours, but shouldn't have because you were clever and far-sighted enough to purchase a plum colored carry-on, rather than the everyone-has-black color, thereby avoiding all possibility of a silly little luggage twin mixup snafu.  Also, wouldn't it be hilarious if you didn't tag your carry-on because it was to be always with you, but the oversold, overpacked United plane people told you that you had to check it at the gate because you were in seating area hell the 4th out of 4 seating areas and all the other space hogs before you had taken YOUR overhead bin there wasn't any available room in the overhead compartments? 

What would really be a scream is getting that twin bag home and gLeefully unzipping it to bless your sweet children with their airport-purchased Raleigh and Durham sportswear, only to find PINK, FLANNEL POLKA-DOTTED PAJAMAS which were NOT yours?

However, the "funnest" part of the whole evening--the piece de resistance, if you will, would likely be when you found the little luggage name and phone number tag, and you mustered your courage to call the person who owned your the other plum bag.  She may or may not have been justifyably ungracious upon receipt of said call. 

Lastly, the most precious part of the whole scenario might've been trucking down to SeaTac at 6:45 a.m. the next morning (24 hours before you will truck back to drop off your spouse) with your sleepy daughter who is on midwinter break and loves to sleep in helpful child who you might've bribed blessed with a McDonald's meal to be a space holder for you, so that you could drive in the carpool lane in rush hour traffic. 

Welcome to my world.