Last fall, my husband and I left for the airport at 5 a.m., and parked in Remote Lot No. 4. We had a lot of bags for a long trip. When we got to the airport, we let everyone off the bus before we began to get all our luggage. And then we realized we had one small black bag missing.
We were sick with fear as we thought our trip was over before it even began. In that bag were our plane tickets, cash, computer, trip itinerary, keys and more. A very important bag … gone!
In the meantime, a man got on the bus and was ready to return to his car. I went up to the bus driver and begged to be taken back to remote parking. He said he would have to take the new, arriving passenger to his car first. Right away, the passenger said, “Their bag is more important. Take them back first.”
And back we went. We got to the lot, and I walked toward our car. There on the ground was our bag. I screamed, “I got it!” People on the bus started applauding. The passenger got off the bus to help me, and he said he knew it would be all right. All right indeed.
Thank you to that passenger and to our bus driver. You saved our trip! We will never forget the experience. And needless to say, we will count our bags before boarding the shuttle for our next trip.
My husband and I have traveled extensively, and I always like getting to the airport two or three hours early … just in case. My husband has never thought that was necessary. Until now. I know he’ll never again say to me, “We don’t need to leave so early.” Mary Skube (with Michael Skube) Rock Hill
As told to Page Leggett