Some embarrassing stories are meant to be hidden. Others are meant to be shared with the world. I might never be able to show myself at the Richmond airport again, but at least I can amuse others with my misfortune!
My story takes place a few weeks ago. I was flying into Richmond, Virginia and meeting four of my best writer friends for a week long writing retreat. Since I arrived first, I decided to stake out an outlet in the baggage claim so I could get some work done.
When I got my bags, I had to shuffle things around so I could put my carry on roller bag on my main suitcase so there were fewer things to drag behind me, and then I proceeded to the other side of the baggage claim since that was the only open outlet.
Now this outlet was right next to the exit and the automatic door was making the most annoying noise. It got to the point where I had to turn up my music and message the group that we’d have to find somewhere else to sit when waiting for the last arrival.
After about half an hour, I finally got the text that the first two of my party had arrived. I stood up and took out my headphones as I collected my things. It was then that it hit me. The noise wasn’t coming from the automatic door next to me.
The sound was coming from my luggage. The vibrating sound. Coming from my luggage. My luggage was vibrating. My luggage had been vibrating for half an hour.
I tore into my carry on frantically searching until I found my rebellious vibrator to shut the traitor off. (Looking back, I don’t think it was on when I picked up my luggage. However when I was fiddling with the bags after I pulled them off the belt was when the on switch was flipped.)
Lesson learned? Take the batteries out the next time I travel with my personal stress reliever.
PS: To the man who had been sitting a few seats down and then left after a few minutes: Sorry dude!
(Pictured: Me at our rental house during the retreat. I do not have a picture to show how red my cheeks got from embarrassment)