Jenny and I were in Kansas for a funeral over the weekend, which isn’t funny. What is funny is that her sister flew into Salina from Rhode Island and then drove over three hours to where the funeral was before she realized that she had walked off with someone else’s luggage.
That meant she had no clothes, toiletries, or anything else. And there was no driving back to Salina because she caught a ride to where the funeral was. The location, by the way, is out in the middle of nowhere, southwest Kansas, population 300 and something. The only place to get new clothing for the funeral was a Wal-Mart, 30 miles away. And after she bought hurriedly bought new clothes and put on the new dress, she realized that the dress had a slit that went almost all the way up to her hip on one side. Nobody else noticed.
She was tired and it the luggage looked just like hers. She called Delta and the airport. Hopefully everything is already straightened out.
She wouldn’t open the luggage that she accidentally grabbed. And she wouldn’t take my suggestion that she should put a $20 in change, an oversized pair of men’s bikini underwear, and a copy of the ads for the World’s Largest Prairie Dog tourist stop inside the luggage. The Prairie Dog thing is real, by the way.
Also, I should add that their 95 year old grandmother, the deceased, would have loved hearing the luggage story.