The Missing Bag That Never Was
My family got into the airport in Orlando late last night. In a perfect world it was a good time to arrive and get everyone to bed. However Snowmaggedeon was supposed to be happening in Ohio, so we weren’t sure if we’d be one of the many travelers stuck in the airport. We rushed to the airport so my mother could drop us off and wouldn’t be stuck in the snow. We got delayed (not by much) and through the rush of running, getting two kids and a dog all packed and ready to return south we all made a boo boo. When my family and I arrived at the house in FL, we realized we were missing a suitcase. The only thing we could think of is that it must have gotten left at the airport. We checked on six bags and left with six, but there was a seventh. My oldest daughter was missing her suitcase; filled with her Christmas presents and a load of new clothes that she’d just bought in Canada, the bag was missing. ...