This is an old story … at least three or four years old at this point. And it happened when I was traveling with my then-husband and now-great friend Rob. We’d been staying at the Boardwalk Villas for a couple of nights, and it was time to head home.
The morning started out well. I packed up our stuff while Rob went down to the Belle Vue Lounge to grab some quick breakfast, and we ate in the room while we finished packing. Then we were off …
But as we got onto the elevator, I realized I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring! I always take it off at night because my fingers swell when I sleep, but I usually put it on right after my shower.
Cue me, trying not to cry. And Rob tearing the hotel room apart. After about 20 minutes, I made him give up, and we informed concierge of the loss. She notified housekeeping and promised to let me know if it turned up.
Dejected and a little panicked, we headed to Resort Airline Checkin with our luggage in tow. Except the airline check-in folks couldn’t find us in the system. They tried and tried and tried and … tried.
Cue me, trying not to wail. And Rob seething helplessly. We eventually gave up and left our bags with Bell Services. But as we rode a FriendShip over to Hollywood Studios, I couldn’t shake the fear that something was wrong. So we got off at the Swolphin and walked back to Boardwalk.
There, in the lobby, I called JetBlue to make sure that we were actually booked on a flight. We were, but they’d changed the flight number, and no one told Disney. Armed with this new information, we got our bags from Bell Services and headed back to the Airline Checkin Kiosk.
But they still couldn’t find us! I can’t say enough about the wonderful Cast Member who tried to help us. He was very kind and apologetic, even though it wasn’t his fault at all.
Eventually, we gave up (again), left our bags with Bell Services (again) and hopped on a boat to Hollywood Studios (again). At this point, we were two hours behind schedule and in a terrible mood.
I allowed myself to be grumpy and sad on the ride over, but once we got to Hollywood Studios, we tried to make the most of it. We took a spin on Rock’n’Roller Coaster and enjoyed lunch at Sunset Ranch Market before we had to start meandering back toward the resort to catch Disney’s Magical Express to the airport.
I wish I could say the funk faded away in the warm Orlando sun, but it never completely lifted. Although you’ll be happy to hear that my ring did turn up. I found it the next day, as I unpacked our bags. I had swept the ring into a duffle as I was cleaning up our various computer wires. Oops.
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