This past weekend I attended Blog World in LA. I had an amazing time—learned a ton, met a lot of great people, and got super inspired to pump up my blog. But it had a very scary beginning.
Thursday night I flew to LA on Southwest with a reward ticket, stopping in El Paso. The flights were totally fine and normal. I got some good knitting done, did some reading, and took a little nap. On the second flight, once we landed, we taxied for what felt like seven hours (LAX is huge). When we finally got to the gate, I was so stoked to finally be at Blog World and simultaneously so anxious about it that I maybe didn’t pay as much attention to my stuff as I normally do.
Rolling my suitcase behind me (and limping slightly from a yoga injury), I headed outside to the curb to find the Super Shuttle. Since I couldn’t find it and was starting to feel annoyed, I started looking for my phone to call someone to help me find it. My phone wasn’t there. You know that second when your heart feels like it has stopped? Well, I have that a lot with my phone because my purse is so big, so I’ve kind of learned to ignore it. But this time it didn’t go away because my phone wasn’t there. I went inside and pulled everything out, and it still was not there. Now not only had my heart stopped but I was freaking my freak. A million thoughts start racing through my brain. I was in a huge airport with no visible employees. Who to contact? The gate where my plane was sitting was really far away and inside security, and even if I wanted to go back there I didn’t have a boarding pass. Where the heck is the escalator to get upstairs where there are ticketing agents? Southwest usually turns around planes very quickly—what if they’ve already left?? What if I’ve lost my phone before Blog World? I won’t have email or a way to call my husband or a map or…….
These thoughts, and others, swirled through my head as I rushed around searching for someone to help me. Well, “rushed” is a strong word. More like I limped pitifully. After going around some blind corners and random construction, hope beckoned ahead in the form of a man wearing some sort of airport uniform and moving suitcases around. He directed me to the Southwest baggage office (which I would never have found by myself), where I explained my situation while trying not to cry. The baggage agent immediately calls up to the gate and starts to say, “I have a passenger who left her iPhone on the plane.” They interrupted her, she nodded her head as she listened, and smiled at me as she hung up. “They’ve got it,” she says. Hallelujah!!
I will be very, very careful with my phone in the future. This has never happened before! It was definitely the scariest ten minutes I’ve had in a long time. So thank you Southwest! I can’t imagine having to go through Blog World, or any trip, or (let’s be honest) a single day without my phone, and thanks to them I don’t have to.
Readers, have you ever left something important on a plane?