My parents recently took a trip to Arizona, in the middle of which my dad was scheduled to fly to California for a business meeting. They packed their bags, toted them to the airport and flew, problem-free to Arizona.
At which point, the airline told them they didn't have my dad's suitcase.
There were several problems with this:
1. My dad wasn't wearing his most attractive outfit
2. My dad had a business meeting in two days
3. My dad had packed into his suitcase the hostess gift for the family they were visiting, which he had brought back from England
4. The hostess gift was a wheel of Stilton cheese.
The next day, Dad still didn't have his suitcase. So he somehow managed to twist Mom's arm and make her drag him to a store to buy articles of clothing that were Not On Sale. (This goes against everything we in the Surgeon family believe.) Dapper Dick then went off to wow 'em in CA. Lois accidentally bought a few more things that were Not On Sale, since she had been forced into it.
The suitcase never actually showed up. Maybe Homeland Security thought the wheel of cheese was an exotic explosive device, or maybe they just hogged the snack for themselves. Personally, I prefer to think that his suitcase fell off of the luggage trolley on the tarmac in Arizona and in mere moments turned itselft into Stilton-Fannypants Soup.
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