Murphy’s Law tells us that anything that can go wrong, will. If we’re cautious, we follow rules and take pains to finagle a felicitous outcome. In my opinion, all that extra work — the pains and rule following — is a waste of time. Thing is, according to the law, things will still go wrong.
Jon and I learned exactly how Murphy’s Law works on the first day of our vacation.
The airline lost Jon’s luggage the first time he met my parents, and he ended up petitioning my brother and dad for clothes. A believer that lightning actually does strike twice, we now only travel with carry-on bags. Unfortunately for us, that means all sorts of responsibility for getting our suitcase through security, onto the plane, safely through a layover, and to our final destination. Sort of the airport version of over the river and through the woods, right?
Or maybe it’s suppose to be more simple than that. Most people seem to manage, right?
Well, not us.
A five-hour layover created all sorts of opportunity for dining, shopping, reading, working (Jon), and napping. With all the commotion (do we seriously enjoy the airport that much? It’s possible) it’s easy to forget (or convenient when it’s so gosh.darn.heavy) the whereabouts of your luggage.
The final boarding call for Jamaica rang out, and, with a look similar to Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone, Jon and I realized that neither of us had our bag (that’s right, we shared one bag).
“Wait here, hold the plane, I’ll find it.” Jon took off running.
It was pouring rain when arrived at the hotel, and, what’s worse, the resort restaurants didn’t have any last minute availability. Hungry and adventurous, we took turns sneaking into a buffet-style restaurant and bringing plates of food to an out-door patio table. Did we get wet? Yes, of course, but we also got endless laughs.
That night, we realized that Jon’s flipflops were broken and his swimsuit was too small. He lamented his misfortune and I laughed some more.
I went to bed thinking about how much fun it is when things go wrong. When else can you exchange Macaulay Culkin and have a forbidden picnic in the rain? With any luck, we would be kicked out of the hotel and spend the weekend camping or exploring foreign places.