<p>Not to mention blue paint. Have the Picts returned? Where are the kilts? Where did you find that graphic?? :eek: is right!</p>
<p>Someone pickier than you probably packed those pillow cases feeling that the hotel cases are not clean enough. My brother packs one of those compressable sleeping bags (I call them body bags) because he can’t bear to have his skin against hotel linen. And he strips those bedspreads and blankets and puts them away with a shudder. As you might know, they are not cleaned between guests but on a schedule. Would not guess he was in the army for 20 years and slept in some real holes.</p>
<p>LTS, do you feel a little like this?</p>
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<p>ROFL MKM :D</p>
<p>Life is exactly like that sometimes :)</p>
<p>Finding other people’s stuff in your bag is just creepy.</p>
<p>But I have to say at least you have your bag.
My daughter’s bag was lost at Thanksgiving. Long story…but it is missing/gone.</p>
<p>I know it’s just “stuff” but I still would like to have it back. </p>
<p>Did you wonder if the person who lost the treasured red pillow cases wants to know where they are?</p>
<p>LOL @ MomofWildChild. I’m so irritated, I may do exactly that. I rarely get this way - in fact, I’m almost NEVER in a bad mood, but, I’m so irritated over this? When I left home Saturday morning, and took my clothing to a new dry cleaner - I actually do not remember where exactly I took those clothes. I think I might be able to remember, but, I was really, really annoyed, and my daughter was talking to me, trying to be helpful, saying, “mom, call the hotel, this girl on my team, she left her gear in the hotel room, and called them three days later, etc.” followed by “mom, try the dry cleaner on campus, you’ll really like them” and so on - anyway, I hugged my child and left the house intending to go to the first dry cleaner I happened upon, which is what I did (I think), but, I called the hotel enroute, just in case there was some small chance my daughter was right, and then, I took another call, then I had a conference call on my cell phone, plus I was sick - caught some sort of horrible flu in New York - plus I had had only four hours sleep, on account of my flight was delayed out of NYC because the crew was a no-show - so I sat on an airplane for six hours for a three hour flight - and anyway, I am not entirely sure I know exactly where I took those clothes. My grand plan is to head out tomorrow morning and inquire at various dry cleaners in the area. And I cannot locate the drying cleaning ticket because I stuck it in the back pocket of my jeans, which I promptly washed. </p>
<p>Even worse, the very nice lady at the new dry cleaners took the cuff links out of one of my shirts, and handed them back to me, but I carefully took them out of my purse when I got back home, and somehow managed to drop one down the kitchen sink drain. And I will not be able to get a matching cuff link in time to wear that shirt again any time soon. </p>
<p>Weenie, I don’t know - have to confess I didn’t think that far. Why, indeed? It’s really, really creepy to consider someone’s (presumably) dirty pillow cases, in THEIR luggage next to perhaps their dirty clothing etc. ended up in MY luggage. </p>
<p>Emeraldkity, you’re right, but, it’s also a bit of a word of warning to college students and others who perhaps do not fly frequently, and who may have forgotten that checked luggage can be searched - just in case someone is traveling over the holidays, they might want to consider carrying on board gifts, electronics, etc. instead of checking them in luggage.</p>
<p>I picked up a jacket from the cleaners once, and did not bother to look at it carefully, just hung it up in my closet. Months later when I put it on, it was way too big. Then there were no buttons. Not my jacket. Went back to the cleaners and they could not help me–ancient history to them. So I ended up with someone else’s jacket. It is a better name brand than mine was.</p>
<p>Sounds like it’s time to go on down to the local watering hole, git likkered up and start a fight. You’ll feel much better once you post bail and get home to your own bed. ;)</p>
<p>I think it sounds like you need a vacation-
it seems like it might be getting to the point where you either take a break or your body will make you by getting sick
( and it is sure a lot more fun to lay around of your own choice, than to be so ill you can’t blink your eyes)</p>
<p>meredesfilles:
I can sympathize. Last year my son’s bag was lost at Christmas. He had packed virtually everything he owns in it. </p>
<p>I am an overly-light packer. Seriously, I could live indefinitely with about 6 items of hand washable clothing. I go to Europe with just a 22" roller (and my purse), with plenty of empty room for souvenirs. </p>
<p>I think my son’s “packing skills” are a reaction to that. It used to really bug my kids that I would force them into small suitcases. You know, they’d want to bring everything and they didn’t want to plan anything either. </p>
<p>I will say he has carried on just his backpack since then. It was a huge ordeal, and cost me a lot of money. For about $2200 worth of stuff, US Air reimbursed us $1600. Plus shopping for all new clothes in those lean days after Christmas when there isn’t a size large to be had in the men’s dept…</p>
<p>So, good luck with your daughter’s stuff. Have you started filing claims yet?</p>
<p>What a coincidence…I’m missing two red pillowcases from my luggage.</p>
<p>Things need to be put in perspective - a couple of extra pillowcases in the luggage versus making a wrong turn and losing one’s life (I’m referring to the sad Kim story in the NorthWest). I’m not trying to minimize how air travel can be irritating but in the scheme of things, it’s not so bad. Sometimes just putting things in perspective can lighten one’s mood.</p>
<h2>“Well, DUKE BLUE, OF COURSE. <em>IS</em> there any other shade of BLUE???”</h2>
<p>Hey now B…I’m sure curmudgeon meant CAROLINA Blue! ;)</p>
<p>Like these guys…who obviously have it all figured out…
<a href=“http://www.replayphotos.com/Student+Section-10-4-3319.html[/url]”>http://www.replayphotos.com/Student+Section-10-4-3319.html</a></p>
<p>Seriously, travel bites lately. Nothing like security lines at IAH on the Sunday after Thanksgiving…aaargh. It’s a miracle neither my ‘jetsetting’ husband nor daughter have lost any belongings. (knock wood)</p>
<p>I use those plastic strips “cable ties” that you find in the pipe section of a hardware store that can be placed where your lock used to go. They can be cut and a TSA card placed inside, but rarely are. I put a little pair of scissors to cut them when I get where I am going in an outside pouch of the luggage. Works.</p>
<p>You’re missing which two red pillowcases? The usual ones?</p>
<p>As ucsd<em>ucla</em>dad said, sometimes it is good to put things in perspective. I have a friend whose cousin’s brother in law was on a business trip and woke up disoriented in a hotel. He was in the bathtub, which was filled with ice, and there was a note taped to the wall, which said “Call 911”…</p>
<p>Nevermind, it’s a long story.</p>
<p>ldmom: You beat me to it! The only shade of blue is the Southern part of Heaven blue-- which, of course, is Carolina blue! ;)</p>
<p>I forgot. The [seeming] lack of control over our lives, I think, is what’s keeping you in a bad mood. Those that we have to depend on, whether we like it or not (i.e., the airport personnel; the dry cleaners; the electrician–whatever) seem to be getting more and more incompetent by the decade. When we have to have some work done on our house, it’s gotten to the point where I find myself writing a letter if the folks turn up when they say they will, get the job done, leave everything neat and tidy, and call back to ensure everything is working like it should. In other words, they did their job. But I find it so rare and refreshing that anybody DOES do a decent, competent job, that I write letters to tell them how great they are. So I think it’s just the feeling of powerlessness–no control over our daily lives–that has you down. You probably need to start doing yoga or take up swimming or running.</p>
<p>jack, I’m grateful when the clerk at Dunkin Donuts prepares my coffee as I ask: Milk, no sugar. Happens about 50% of the time.</p>
<p>audiophile: That story needs to be told. Spill it.</p>