As you probably guessed from my last post, we are on vacation. Specifically we're in northern Alabama introducing Jillian to her great granddaddy. It has been a great time so far, but it would be even better if our checked luggage would show up.
It seems that our two suitcases would prefer to hang out in the much more cosmopolitan Chicago. You see, a particular airlines only runs one flight from Chicago to Huntsville per day with the exception of Saturday when there are no flights. Well we flew here on Friday, and for some reason nobody in Chicago seemed to think it was important to route our bags through another city in order to get them here sooner. Of course the gal at the ticket counter told me they would do that. Then the most unhelpful lady on the phone yesterday assured me of the same thing. But no such luck. The bags continue to sit and we were offered a whopping $100 in compensation, which doesn't go far when you're changing around 10 poopy diapers with at least one or two blow-outs per day. Oh and did I mention that we paid $15 per bag for this service??? I HATE airlines. All of them.
This is why I try not to check bags. Unfortunately with Jillian it was pretty much inevitable. It was difficult enough to deal with her, a stroller, a carseat (with base), a diaper bag, and two computer bags. There was no way I was adding anything else to the mix. Thank goodness we decided not to check the carseat since Jeramy's mom (a former TSA baggage handler) told us that the baggage transport equipment is pretty hard on those even when in a bag. Oh and thankfully we had my uncle pick-up a pack n play of Craigs List locally so we didn't have to bring (and lose) that too.
Ugh. I sure hope the bags show up soon.