Checked Baggage

Ah, holiday traveling. The hustle, the bustle, the arguing, the scurrying, the long lines, the crazy idiots that STILL can't put their liquids in their checked luggage.... We got up at 5 am to get ready and be at the airport two hours early, anticipating the horror that is the airports before a major holiday. We took a 5 minute cab ride to the airport (cheaper than leaving our car there for a week), stood in line for another 5 minutes checking in, waited in line for security for oh, maybe, 15 minutes, and then got to sit at our terminal for what? An hour and a half? Something like that. But hey, we got to sit in the front on our Southwest flight, and we all know what a blessing that can be. Except for when the only screaming child on the plane is two rows behind you, and the old man sitting directly behind you is yacking the ear off some poor defenseless girl throughout the entire flight. "Wow, I was so worried that this plane was only going to RENO!!! But then I thought, they wouldn't let me on the plane if it was, right? They'd tell me it wasn't going to Salt Lake, wouldn't they?" Are you with me? You know how it is. So we finally land, finally make it to the baggage claim area, and begin the long wait. Mine comes out first, and so we've got our eyes peeled for Caleb's. We both see this seemingly TINY suitcase come barreling down the shoot, and I turn to him and say "What the heck?! It's TINY! Why in the world didn't they just carry it on the plane with them?! Ridiculous!" Cabe nods, totally agreeing. Then we watch it come slowly around the bend.....make it's way to us....and both realize that the tiny suitcase? The one we'd just ridiculed? Yeah, that would be Caleb's. WE'RE the ridiculous ones.