A few weeks ago I posted about a friend who forgot her laptop or phone several trips in a row. I have good advice for this issue—don’t forget stuff! But it pains me to say that I do not have a perfect track record myself. I mentioned it in the post a few weeks ago, and have since had several requests for the full story. So here it is.
A couple of years ago, I was headed to El Salvador for a few days of meetings. On the way, I stopped for a night in South Texas to celebrate my grandmother’s 85th birthday. While planning and preparing for this three night trip, I realized that clothes would be easy—the weather was about the same in both locations. So I made a rookie mistake, and didn’t make a packing list.
Travel that day did not go smoothly. It was raining all over Texas, so my plane was delayed and my parents didn’t make our connecting flight in DFW. As a result, I was a little frazzled when I finally reached McAllen. Once I found my grandmother and cousin, I started to feel better. Yes, I was late, and yes we were going to have to drive back to McAllen to get my parents when they arrived, but in South Texas the sun was shining, the weather was gorgeous, and we were celebrating.
During the thirty minute drive from McAllen to my grandmother’s farm, my cousin (the former flight attendant) was quizzing me about my El Salvador trip. She wanted to know where I was going, where I was staying, how safe it was, etc. Then she started going over her packing list, making sure I had everything I need. Clothes for work? Check. Cash? Check. Computer? Check. Passport? Ch…. Wait. Oh CRAP.
A frantic call to my husband got him to drive home from work, where he found my passport on top of the filing cabinet—exactly where I had left it after my last trip to El Salvador. Then came the tricky part. Obviously, we needed to FedEx the passport overnight. But where to? They don’t deliver to my grandmother’s farm. My flight out was at 2pm the next day, so I had to have it by then. My grandmother came up with the brilliant idea of having it sent to my uncle’s office in town. At least we knew someone would be there!
The Home Warrior sent my passport overnight, and it was supposed to arrive by 10:30. At 10:15 the next morning I was waiting in my uncle’s office, pacing back and forth. It didn’t arrive until close to 11, but that was time enough. Phew! Bullet dodged.
That is when I started saying to myself, “Okay, as long as I have my __________ and my __________, the trip will be fine,” every time I left my house for the airport. So again, if you have forgotten stuff in the past, put a post it on your door that will remind you to check for your Very Important Items. Because next time it may not be as easy as having someone mail your passport to you!
Readers, what is the worst thing you have ever forgotten? Did it turn out okay?