It Came From the Chat: You Are Now Free to Mortify the Cabin
So I was rereading Monday's Travel chat, right? As you'll see if you click on this link, we promised to give a prize to the chatter who revealed his or her most embarrassing travel experience (that was printable, natch). With the caveat that ours was far from a statistically valid study, I have determined that travel embarrassment can roughly be divided into three categories. For ease of reference, let's call these Whoops, Undergarments and Booze.
WHOOPS refers to the hilarity/confusion/fury/danger that ensues when one gets on the wrong plane, enters the wrong hotel room, arrives at the wrong airport, gets in the wrong car., etc. Let me quote two of our chatters:
Bowie, Md.: Several years ago, checked into a hotel in McAllen, Tx... low rise hotel, had to drive to my room ALL the way back of the property, insert key and couldn't open door since security chain was in place. Room was pitch black, but I heard a woman scream "Oh my God!!" and a man yell "Where's my gun!" ... Supervisor came running out, escorted me to the bar and said to have a few drinks to calm down... on them.
Most embarrassing EVER: So I had just gotten off a really long flight from DC to Seattle for a business trip. A co-worker picked me up and drove me to the hotel downtown. ... I checked in, and hurried back outside, got in the car and began to buckle up when I turned to the driver and realized I'd gotten into the wrong car!!! I thought I was going to die. All the while my co-worker is sitting in his car in front of me laughing his head off. Fortunately the guy whose car I got in was a good sport and, while surprised, he didn't totally freak out on me!
Then there's UNDERGARMENTS, which is self-explanatory:
Way embarrassed!!: Well, I was really embarrassed on a cruise to the Bahamas a few years ago. On the last night, there was a little seminar about packing up and putting your bag outside the door early in the morning. The staff was emphatic: "Remember to NOT pack your shoes!" So, when packing up that night, I was very careful about my shoes. But in the morning, I was horrified to realize I had left a top hanging in the closet to wear, but forgot to leave any slacks! I had to make do with a top and (thank goodness) my husband's PJ shorts!
Whoopsie: My awkward moment came courtesy of a hotel. It was an 'historic' property that hadn't upgraded rooms to key cards yet. Upon checking in, I got a key (like a house key) to my room. I'm guessing you can see where this is going...upon using my key to open the door, I was greeted by a large gentleman in his boxer shorts. All I can say is thank god for those Joe Boxers!
Which brings us to BOOZE:
Ashburn, Va.: I've always been a phobic flyer and had to take a (rather small) regional jet from Tennessee to National. This was pre-September 11th, and my sister was there waiting to pick me up at the gate since I was visiting home. I had already taken my "flying pills" before I left home that morning, but upon seeing the size of the plane decided to mix a little red wine with it as well. I don't remember what happened next, but my sister says I was quite a sight being carried off the plane by the pilot, flight attendant and my friend, all dragging me under their arms.
Fairfax, VA: I was thrilled to get an upgrade to first class on a flight home from a semester in the UK. I had the window seat, and eventually the aisle seat was taken by a little old lady. No problem, right? Uh, not so much. She drank the plane's stock of Johnnie Walker, then fell asleep. Then she proceeded to snore and fart her way across the Atlantic. I was so afraid that everyone around us thought it was me. Highly unpleasant.
Okay, now it's your turn to join the, uh, fun. What's your most embarrassing travel experience?
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