Oh, Monroe Regional Airport!
This is what I was afraid of.
On my way into Monroe – one of my quilt bags did not arrive.
The employee at baggage told me to go down to the ticket counter and someone would help me find out where my bag was and when it would arrive.
When I went to the ticket counter….there was this sign.
I waited 30 minutes for someone to come to the counter……it seems that when a flight is ready to board, they close the ticket counter to folks waiting to check in or be helped so that they can go board the waiting passengers for their flights ---
In the mean time, the line of angry folks lining up to receive help at the ticket counter piles up until that poor counter person returns to handle them one by one.
It took one minute for the ticket person to check the status of my bag and be told that my bag would be in on the next flight from Atlanta ---and when I came back at 5pm to pick it up, I was greeted with yet again…THE SAME CLOSED SIGN…
The ticket counter person was once again away from the desk, boarding a flight and folks had to wait another 30 minutes for someone to come back to help them. Frustrated doesn’t begin to cover the range of emotions I went through while waiting to see if my luggage had indeed arrived.
So my biggest fear about being dropped off at the airport this afternoon? You got it!
SAME SIGN! It was 1pm. The ticket counter was closed until 2pm. And there I was with this amount of luggage:
Two 50lb duffle bags full of quilts, my roll aboard and my backpack. I had an hour to wait. I plopped myself down on the floor and reclined against my quilt duffle and took care of business on my phone. What else is a girl to do?
One of the things she DID do while sitting there….was contemplate how to sneak her carry on luggage into the house…because….well you see….
There is something hiding inside!!
Shelia made me do it! Actually, this sweet little machine belonged to her Aunt Bradice who is in her 90s and in the nursing home. One day Aunt Bradice called Shelia up and told her to take the machine…and she did…and then Shelia gifted Aunt Bradice's machine to ME!
Aunt Bradice’s sweet little 99k in excellent condition!
Her serial number dates her to 1956!
If you have ever wanted to date your Singer Machine, click HERE and choose either no letter prefix, single letter prefix or double letter prefix.
I ended up sending most of my clothes home via FedEx so I could fit the machine in her case inside my roll aboard. I padded her inside the case and out with what remained..and I’m hoping hoping hoping she makes it home okay. I’m taking smaller commuter jets home so the luggage will be checked plane side ---*fingers crossed*
I’m now checked in – flights are good to go, and am waiting in the passenger waiting area for them to open up TSA check in when it is time to go to my gate.
And the journey home begins!
Oops!! Scratch that –
I just got a phone call from Delta that my flight has been delayed long enough to miss my connection in Atlanta! It looks like I will be spending the night in Atlanta tonight. Good thing I have plenty of Hexies with me to keep me busy!