Back Home…Barely

Although we were eventually sleeping in our own beds Monday night, getting there was a bit of an ordeal. We knew that there were going to be several hurdles during our trip back: our connection in the Twin Cities was going to be a tight one; we were going to have to do some paperwork at US Customs–Pam isn’t going back to work immediately, so we had to put her back on my visa as a dependent–and we were going to have to deal with heightened security measures–since the attempted bombing over Christmas, there have been additional restrictions on what passengers on flights into the US originating in Canada have been able to carry on to the airplane with them. We did our homework beforehand. We went to various websites to see what the new policies were. We even called Delta Airlines to make sure that we packed appropriately. Then we made sure to give ourselves plenty of time at the airport.

The stop over at US Customs went smoothly. Then we pushed our luggage over to the security checkpoint and discovered that the person we spoke to on the phone at Delta wasn’t on the same wavelength as the security personnel at the airport. After patting all of us down–even L had to “spread em”–they gave us grief about each of the bags we wanted to take on the plane with us. First, they took issue with the backpack in which L’s toys and books for the plane ride and K’s diapers and such were in. Then they took issue with our camera bag. Finally, they took issue with the bag I use to carry around my laptop, work documents, and reading material. We eventually talked them into letting us take the diaper bag with the toys and books and the camera bag with the portable DVD player, but they wouldn’t let me take the bag I use to carry around my laptop. They said it wasn’t a “laptop bag”, which, according to them, was a bag that only contained a laptop. Delta’s website said that I could take a “briefcase” and the person I spoke to said that each passenger with a seat could take a “personal item”. The security personnel obviously hadn’t received the same instructions. Eventually, I took the laptop, wallet, keys, and cellphone out of my bag and let them check it. I thought to myself, “If they let us take the other two bags if I check my laptop bag/briefcase, then I’ll let it go.” I was still steaming when we went to the flight deck and I discovered that many of the other passengers sitting around were holding bags that looked remarkably similar to the one I had just been compelled to check. Not only were the security people not on the same page as Delta’s, they didn’t seem to be consistent in executing their own policies.

When we got to the flight deck, we realized that our flight was going to be about three quarters of an hour late. Originally, we were going to have about an hour and fifteen minutes to make our connection in the Twin Cities. The person behind the desk assured us that we wouldn’t have any trouble making the connection. She turned out to be correct, but she failed to mention that it wasn’t going to be as easy for our luggage to make the short connection. Only one of our five checked items made it to Hartford with us. One of the missing item’s was L’s car seat. The claims person gave us a carseat and we were finally able to get in the car and drive home to bed.

The luggage came the next day. One of our suitcases, however, arrived covered in shrink-wrap. The suitcase had been opened by security. I guess the containers of Lego and the other Christmas gifts inside looked suspicious on the scanner monitor. I had spent about an hour packing the bag carefully so that we could get as much into it as possible. The security person obviously didn’t have as much time to repack the suitcase after inspecting it and had just used shrink-wrap to close it up again.

Anyway, the holidays are over and we’re safely back in Massachusetts.