You can relate to the anxiety of seeing hundreds of nearly identical suitcases go past on the conveyor belt if you’ve ever spent any time at all at an airport looking through the carousel for your most valuable belongings.
An airport employee is cautioning customers against using personal markers because they come with baggage that you cannot unload. Astute tourists have found that attaching a ribbon on their luggage helps it stand out from the others.
Discover why you should never travel with marzipan or use ribbons by reading on!
Even experienced travelers can become terrified at the mere prospect of misplacing their bags while on a trip.
Travelers are fastening vibrant ribbons on their suitcases to ensure that they stand out from the others, lowering the possibility that their luggage will be snatched by another passenger or that they would constantly watch it slowly spin by on the conveyor belt.
However, a luggage handler at Dublin Airport going by the name of John claims that these well-liked tips are more harmful than helpful.
As a matter of fact, it might fulfill your worst travel fear.
Don’t take the ribbon with you.
John disclosed to RSVP Live that attaching identifying ribbons to your luggage may result in delays, potentially causing your items to miss the trip.
John informed the source that “tying ribbons to one’s suitcase to aid in identification can cause issues with the bag being scanned in the baggage hall.” “Your bag might not make it to the flight if it can’t be scanned automatically and has to be processed manually.”
Your suitcase will have a higher chance of arriving at its destination if it is checked in without identifying marks like ribbons or outdated travel stickers.
John suggests: “Remove outdated stickers from the bag as they may interfere with the scanning process.”
If you take marzipan, the delightfully sweet almond dessert, on vacation, John cautions you that it could cause issues with your luggage and possibly result in a security alert.
“Never put marzipan in your suitcase. The Dublin baggage expert stated, “Your bag will be removed and you will be called from the plane for a bag search because it has the same density as some explosives.”
Last but not least, make sure your luggage is wheels side up to prevent damage before putting it on the little conveyor belt for handlers like John.
No more ordinary luggage
You no longer need to carry standard black, brown, or blue luggage because luggage has changed dramatically over the past few decades.
Travel & Leisure claims that black luggage is quite popular since it is “one of the most – if not, the most – versatile color.”
“For this reason, it’s worth selecting a different hue if you want your luggage to stand out at baggage claim,” the outlet says. Consider a suitcase with a design instead, or one that’s brightly colored, like hot pink.
If you’re not a fan of pink, you may still buy baggage that will stand out from the crowd in a variety of vivid, striking colors.
Consider adding identifying elements that won’t obstruct scanning with fabric paint or stickers if you’re unwilling to part with your current containers.
Travelers everywhere should find some relief from tension by following the advice of the Dublin Airport handler!
What advice would you provide tourists to assist them steer clear of airport mishaps? Please let us know what you think and then forward this story to others so we can hear from them as well!
My Son’s Unexpected Find in My Boyfriend’s Room Changed Everything
Mia, a single mom, felt hopeful about her new boyfriend, Jake. They planned a weekend trip to his childhood beach house, and it seemed perfect. But everything changed when her son Luke found a hidden box full of bones, turning their getaway into a nightmare.
Hi, I’m Mia, and I teach fourth grade. I love my job because it lets me shape young minds and gives me time to spend with my son, Luke.
Being a single mom is tough, but I’ve raised Luke mostly on my own for five years. His dad isn’t really in the picture, so weekends with him are more of a distant memory for Luke.
Things started to change four months ago when I met Jake. He’s also a teacher, kind-hearted, and his laugh lights up his face. The best part? Jake loves kids.
But I wasn’t sure how Luke would feel about me dating someone new. He had always been so attached to me, and I worried that sharing my time with another man might upset him.
Still, I knew it was time to introduce Luke to Jake, even though it made me a bit nervous. After thinking about it for days, I finally decided to go for it.
“Hey, Luke-a-doodle,” I said one sunny afternoon, finding him busy with his elaborate Lego set. “How about meeting someone special for lunch this weekend?”
Luke looked up, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “Special, huh? Like superhero special or birthday cake special?”
“More like friend special,” I replied, feeling a bit nervous. “His name is Jake, and he’s a teacher too, just like me.”
Luke frowned. “Another teacher? Does he have a beard like Mr. Henderson?”
Mr. Henderson, our friendly custodian, was famous among the kids for his impressive salt-and-pepper beard.
I laughed. “No beard, but he has a really cool laugh.”
Finally, Saturday came. With a mix of excitement and nerves, I took Luke to a local pizzeria to meet Jake.
At first, Luke clung to my leg, unsure. But Jake quickly made him feel comfortable.
“Hey there, Luke!” Jake said with a big smile, crouching down to meet him. “I’m Jake. Your mom says you’re a Lego master?”
Luke looked at me first, then back at Jake. I saw a spark of curiosity in his eyes. He slowly took Jake’s hand, gripping it firmly.
“Yeah, I can build spaceships and T-Rexes!” Luke replied proudly.
“Awesome!” Jake said. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two sometime. I’m pretty bad at anything more complicated than a simple tower.”
That got Luke excited, and I could see his confidence growing.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with dinosaur facts, Lego tips, and Jake’s (not-so-great) attempts to copy Luke’s builds.
By the time we left the pizzeria, Luke couldn’t stop talking about Jake’s “funny laugh.”
That first lunch was just the start. Over the next few weeks, we enjoyed many outings together: picnics in the park, trips to the zoo, and even a hilarious (but messy) bowling game.
After several weekends of fun and a growing bond, Jake and I decided it was time to take our relationship to the next level.
Recently, Jake invited us to his parents’ house by the ocean. He thought it would be a great getaway for all of us.
Honestly, the idea of a relaxing weekend by the sea sounded perfect. Luke was excited too.
When we arrived, Jake’s parents, Martha and William, welcomed us with warm hugs. Their house had a cozy charm that reminded me of childhood summers.
“Come on, let me show you guys my old stomping ground!” Jake said, leading us up a creaky wooden staircase.
At the top of the stairs, Jake opened the door to a room.
“This is it,” he said proudly. “My haven, unchanged since I moved out for college.”
The room was a blast from Jake’s teenage past. Faded posters of rock bands covered the walls, their edges curling with age.
“Wow,” I said, feeling a wave of nostalgia.
Meanwhile, Luke raced across the room, his eyes wide with excitement.
He knelt beside a dusty box filled with plastic figures and tiny race cars.
“Cool toys, Jake!” Luke shouted.
Jake laughed, grabbing a handful of the toys. “These guys are veterans of countless battles,” he said, kneeling next to Luke. “Want to see if they can still hold their own?”
Luke’s face lit up. “Can I play with them here?”
“Absolutely,” Jake winked.
As Luke started playing, Jake took my hand and pulled me closer.
“What’s wrong, Luke?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Mom, we need to leave now because Jake…” Luke’s voice trembled, and his eyes were wide with fear.
“What about Jake?” I pressed, trying to stay calm.
“He was in his old room! I found something… something creepy!” Luke exclaimed, pulling me harder toward the door.
Confused and worried, I knelt down to his level. “What did you see, honey?”
He took a deep breath. “There was a box with bones in it!”
My stomach dropped as I glanced back at the stairs, feeling a mix of concern and disbelief.
“Calm down, sweetie. What’s wrong?” I knelt beside him, trying to soothe his anxiety.
“I found a strange box with bones in his room. We need to go!” he blurted out.
“What do you mean, bones?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“In a box, under his bed. Real bones, Mom!”
I stared at him, my mind racing with possibilities. Had I trusted Jake too quickly? He had always seemed so kind and caring.
Could he really be hiding something so sinister? Doubts crept in, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
We spent the rest of the day relaxing by the ocean, the earlier tension slowly fading. That strange incident marked the start of a deeper bond between us, and now we often look back on it with a smile.
Jake even chuckles about how I rushed out of the house with Luke that day, calling it a memorable adventure. It brought us closer, and I knew I had made the right choice in letting him into our lives.
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