Our vacation was fantastic, however our flight home included the most ridiculous thing ever.
We flew from Portland, ME to NY (laguardia) , to Minneapolis to Moline, IL. Yes, I know that is a haul but we had no problems out but no such luck on the way home. Our flight to pick us up at Laguardia was about 20 minutes late getting to the gate, so we actually boarded when we were supposed to be flying out. H gets up to the front of the line with his carryon and they insist that he check it. The counter chick told him he could pick it up at baggage claim in MPLS, and he replied our final desination was NOT MPLS. She then wrote MOLINE on the ticket and snatched it faster than he could protest.
We arrive in MOLINE last night and what is not there? His carryon, with his truck keys, our camera and some other things. BRILLIANT. It's in Minneapolis. So we had his brother drive from home to Moline to bring us truck keys. We arrived home at 12:50 am, when it should've been 10:30 at latest.
So where are our bags now? Moline. Yay, right? Nope. They flew this morning from Minneapolis-- />Memphis-- />Moline and now...back to Minneapolis. WHEE!!!
W.T.F.?
H is livid.
Yay for vacation.
