As some of you may have realized, CJ’s end point was Upland. Mine, you ask yourself? Back in the Constitution State. The easiest way back is flying…but who wants to do that? Well, turns out good things come to those who wait. I waited long enough to have my very own car and the opportunity has finally arisen. My lovely Great Aunt and Uncle donated their car to me as a sort of graduation gift from Grad school.
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| My new ride |
Since they live in Jacksonville, Florida, I have flown there to pick up the car. The view leaving LA was pretty amazing...
But it didn't make up for the fact that although I tried my hardest not to get any luggage lost on my flight over - i.e. I only had carry-ons - the forces were against me. The lack of space in the overhead compartments forced me to check my small suitcase in after I had already boarded the plane. The flight attendant wrote on the luggage tag that my destination was "JAN" (Jackson, Mississippi) when in fact, I was headed for "JAX", Jacksonville, FL.
Intuition told me to say something to her - but logic told me otherwise since she was writing up several other tags I decided she didn't have time to deal with me and at the time I assumed JAN was just another code for JAX - WRONG!
Because my intuition finally got the best of me, I confronted not 1, but 2 Continental agents before boarding the plane, showing them my luggage tag, and asking them if my bag had made it on the plane. Their response? It "should" be on the plane. What kind of ambiguous answer is that? Yes or No people, that's all I'm looking for. Well, the 2nd attendant had the nerve to tell me that oh, the airport code is wrong, but the flight number is right, so it "should" make it.
That didn't happen. My suitcase was left at Jackson, Mississippi only to be recollected and flown back through Houston, and then to Jacksonville at 1 am this morning....that is, after a day and a half of calling their resolution center non stop. But I regress...
Soooo, back to the point.....I not only traveled down the Western coast of America, but I get to drive my new car up the Eastern coast…and in good company! My boyfriend Eric is meeting me in FL to enjoy the ride with me. We’ll be making a couple stops along the way so hopefully we’ll have some interesting sights to share!
Intuition told me to say something to her - but logic told me otherwise since she was writing up several other tags I decided she didn't have time to deal with me and at the time I assumed JAN was just another code for JAX - WRONG!
Because my intuition finally got the best of me, I confronted not 1, but 2 Continental agents before boarding the plane, showing them my luggage tag, and asking them if my bag had made it on the plane. Their response? It "should" be on the plane. What kind of ambiguous answer is that? Yes or No people, that's all I'm looking for. Well, the 2nd attendant had the nerve to tell me that oh, the airport code is wrong, but the flight number is right, so it "should" make it.
That didn't happen. My suitcase was left at Jackson, Mississippi only to be recollected and flown back through Houston, and then to Jacksonville at 1 am this morning....that is, after a day and a half of calling their resolution center non stop. But I regress...
Soooo, back to the point.....I not only traveled down the Western coast of America, but I get to drive my new car up the Eastern coast…and in good company! My boyfriend Eric is meeting me in FL to enjoy the ride with me. We’ll be making a couple stops along the way so hopefully we’ll have some interesting sights to share!
I promise I’ll be better about recounting my journey with you more punctually….
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