Last Friday night I was planning on going home because Saturday morning at 6:15am, I had to leave from my house to Dulles airport in order to catch my flight to Florida with my mom.
But things happened and instead,I decided to stay at my apartment and just wake up early Saturday morning and drive home. I ended up getting 1 hour of sleep and then left around 5am to go home.
The roads are nice and clear at 5 in the morning, but I still arrived home with only ten minutes to finish packing before we had to leave for the airport.
I had already packed a duffel back at my apt, but I decided it would be easier traveling if I used a rolling suitcase. I wanted to use my red carry-on suitcase so that I wouldn’t have to pay more $$ to check a suitcase under the plane (I planned on putting my toiletry kit in my mom’s suitcase), but my red carry-on was no where to be found.
In my search for it, I wasted about seven minutes and now had only three minutes left to pack before we had to leave. I ended throwing most of my stuff in a random purple rolling carry-on and put whatever else didn’t fit in it, into my mom’s suitcase and my backpack
My family was rushing me out of the door and so in my haste I grabbed my backpack and ran to the car. My sister and dad drove us to the airport and the whole way there I was quiet in the backseat because I was feeling grumpy and tired.
We pulled up to the airport and got out of the car. My sister helped my mom with her suitcase in the trunk, but I didn’t see mine anywhere.
“Hey, where’s my suitcase?!?” I ask, starting to feel panicked.
Blank faces. My mom asks, “What do you mean? Didn’t you put it in the car?”
“NO! I thought you did! You guys were the ones rushing me out the door! @$&$ &$*$ #(@#!!” I yell so loudly that everyone nearby turns to look at me screaming profanities.
My family started laughing and laughing at my stupidity while I got pissed off because I had no clothes for the next four days in Florida except for traveling clothes I was wearing and random items I had shoved in my backpack.
We didn’t have time to go back to the house to get my suitcase, so that meant I ended up going on a shopping spree in Florida.I love getting new clothes, but I rather not get new clothes at the expense of having a total blonde moment…
Morals of the story:
- Get more than 1 hour of sleep a night
- Don’t wait until the last minute to pack
- Check to make sure suitcase is in car before leaving!!
- Don’t scream profanities loudly outside an airport. It makes people nervous and they shoot you funny looks.
HAHAHAHA.. HAHAHAHA. aww. 🙂
OH my… Well at least you learned your lesson and you also got a new clothes! HOpe you had fun in FLorida.
hahaha…sorry about that but hey you got new clothes so it’s alright and I hope you had lots of fun 😀
This is great! I did this a few Thanksgiving breaks ago–the only thing I remembered to bring home with me was my laptop case. The only thing you can do is laugh, plus you got new clothes 🙂
I’m a procrastinator, so this is the story of my life. You’re not alone.
Hahaha. I feel like almost everyone has this moment. In fact, I had the same exchange as you, with my mother. I definitely saw it as a wake up call. I decided it was time I stop relying on my Mommy to remind me of things. Of course, my mom hasn’t realized that I changed after the incident and instead took it as proof that I’m still a child and I will never remember anything. So, for me, the ramifications of the whole ordeal lasted LONG after I returned from my clothes-less trip…