Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
I learned a valuable lesson last week and I would not be doing my social media duty if I did not share.
After landing in Charles de Gualle Airport in France last week, which is the second-largest in Europe and the eighth-largest worldwide in number of passengers, I found myself with all the other travellers waiting at the baggage carousel to pick up my one piece of luggage. And I waited. And waited. And waited. And then I got angry and angrier and then just downright furious. But I was also confused. A father with his wife and two daughters was feeling the same way: he was the only member of his family not to see his suitcase. So we of course began talking–German–trying to figure out what to do. None of us spoke French and there was no one around to ask for help if we wanted to. We each tried to use the assistance machines so that we could scan our luggage tags–you know the ones that are stuck to the back of your boarding pass– and report our bags missing. They didn’t work.
We ended up taking the risk of going out of this NO MORE ENTRY once you leave area and finally found someone who called someone. We were sent to point A. The bags were there. Relief.
To get to Point A, we had to take an airport shuttle bus.Took us fifteen minutes to get there and then of course, the bus driver had to wait until it was time for him to drive. That took another fifteen minutes. After a time, I went to him and asked if if we could leave NOW. Well, let’s just say this: I need to up my French speaking game.
We arrived at Point A, where we showed our luggage tags and were told we had to go to Point B which was another 5000 miles away. Ok. It’s alright because our luggage was there.
We were told to go back to Point A. Dad flips out and says he’s not going anywhere and somebody better bring him his bag. NOW. Dad’s English is pretty good. An argument ensues with him and the airline employee helping us. So it’s at this point that my mind dashes in 10,000 directions–especially to the one I reveal in my book, Incompatible with Nature–A Mother’s Story. I’m fighting with a certain doctor, trying to figure out how to deal with him and thinking of Mama saying, “You’ll get more with sugar than with shit, Tracie.”
Hmmm… What was happening didn’t look good. Instead of saying anything, I just followed my gut and stayed quiet waiting to see how this played out. I mean, he was ranting about his luggage–not mine. This might be one of those SUGAR moments mama was talking about.
Suddenly I see a woman with a trolley hastily walking toward us–with our bags! They got this fiasco figured out!
By now, dad, mom and the daughters and I had become family. We hugged and wished each other Bon Voyage. That was a special moment. You never know over what you’ll bond with someone.
Long story short, here’s the tip: don’t ever bet rid of your tags until you’ve got your luggage and are happily strolling away to your destination. This is the kind of adventure you don’t want!!!