Enthusiasm

You’re probably asking yourself, “Why the hell is this blog post title ‘Ham Sandwich’?”. Well I’ll get to that in a bit.

We slept in till about 12:00PM which frankly still wasn’t enough considering our onslaught of a trip the day before. It was necessary we get up at this hour if we wanted some kind of day left because we knew we had to head back to Philly. The previous day we had been assured by a very nice lady at the Delta baggage claim desk (who gave us an overnight kit), that our bags would be on the next flight (the one which I was guaranteed to be on the next day). She told us when we got to Philly we should call an 800 number and let them know we got our our destination. I had done that around 2:30 in the morning when Kerrie was busy confirming we still had a hotel in Cape May, and they told me to call back when I got up in the morning. First of all, I’m doing this all on my cell minutes, so I’m already angry I’ve been asked to call over and over so even when I call first thing in the morning I was already grumpy. Upon talking to someone in the morning we were told to head to the airport, but call on your way to confirm where the bags were being held. We headed out to the airport, excited to get our bag and finally be done with traveling. Already I was excited because I was beginning to see the Jersey landscape.

On our way I called Delta again to confirm our bag had “landed”. This was at 3:30 our bag should have already gone though baggage claim. This is where “Ham Sandwich” comes in. I was already pretty frustrated with Delta’s menu system, so when they asked me for what options I wanted verbally I said “Ham Sandwich”. After doing so they asked “Did you mean ‘Damaged Baggage’?”. Hilarity ensued until a half hour later when I got someone on the phone finally. We’re about 15 minutes out from the Philly airport when the Delta person tells me they have no clue where our bag is. They didn’t know if our bag is in Philly or still on the JFK tarmac. At this point I’m pissed and continue to be until we get to baggage claim area at the Philly airport. We were directed to the Delta desk and upon rounding the corner woe and behold, there is our bag. We grab it and go, without even talking to anyone. We were just glad to finally be done.

Kerrie got her jacket, we got some pretzels, and were on our way back to Cape May. Along the way, we took the scenic route and I got to see a lot of what Jersey is like including it’s many dinners and very sprawled out communities. We stopped for “real” east coast pizza at an old stomping ground of Kerrie’s called Kirk’s Pizza. Little had changed since she had last been there. Still the same old small town business and yes Kerrie had a slice of cheese and two slices of pepperoni. We got back to the hotel around 8:30, put on some music, and fell promptly asleep. I woke up at one point to put out the lights and turn off the CD player. Tomorrow would be the first real day of our vacation and we were going to be well rested.