“Well this is just great!” I’m standing in my childhood bedroom (more like a shrine to my childhood), and looking down at what I thought was my case. I didn’t even get a good look at the case just the mammoth sticker on the top and instantly grabbed it and ran outside for my Uber.

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” I look around the room hoping that if I stare at something long enough my case will magically appear and problem solved. “Well let’s look inside it for any contact info and see and maybe the other person grabbed my case too.” As I am digging into the carry on black suitcase my sister Noi (no-ee) walks in to see about dinner and if I made plans. She plops down on the bed and says “hey bud, whatcha doin?” I look at her annoyed while begrudgingly admitting, “I grabbed the wrong case by accident at the airport.” That’s when my beautiful, smart, wonderfully annoying little sister begins to laugh as she pulls out some see through purple panties. “Why Luke! What wonderful attire you have chosen for dinner” I snatch them quickly and toss them back into the bag; “this isn’t funny Noe, my work stuff is in my case and looks like this suitcase was owned by a petite women whose only packed like three days worth of clothes.” Which in female packing is probably a one night pack with multiple changes. From the look of it it’s mostly two business blouses and trousers with scandalous undies. Under normal circumstance it would make for a nice image in my head for hot boss scenarios, but as for this week all I have now is my old clothes my mom just so happens to keep preserved in the museum which is my old room.

“This is wonderful” I think to myself I’m going to have face off with my family all week in clothes that are three sizes to big for me now. In high school and part of college I was a bit overweight. I lost all the weight junior year when the girl of my dreams turned me down. In my head she did it because I was fat, but in reality it was because she probably just wasn’t interested, but tell my ego that. So, naturally I started a cycle of self loathing and mental grueling while losing a lot of weight and picking up some new hobbies along the ways such as: hiking, cycling, swimming, rock climbing and basically anything to keep me moving.

Noey gives me a mischievous grin, pats me on the back and hops off the bed. As she is walking out she says “I’m sure mom kept some of grandpas clothes around the house. You will look great in corduroy and flannel.” Laughs and book it down the hall. I’m two years out of college and noey is just hitting 16. Mom and Dad always said she was their 2nd honeymoon baby and now she is a pain in my ass. Dad was going to retire, but now he has to stick out at his job for a few more years because of the late bloomer of a kid that she is. Mom and her are the bestest of friends. They do everything together nails, hair, clothes shopping and even made a pact to get matching Gilmore girl inspired tattoos when Noey turns 18; it’s all quite quaint if you ask me. My mother would have killed me if I got a tattoo at that age. She isn’t all that bad. My sister is top of her class every year on her way to a full ride scholarship to any school she applies to and even does some copywriting business on the side to save cash up for a car that my parents will only buy her anyways. All in all she’s a good kid even if she secretly sabotages me on every genius prank she can get away with. My last visit I ended up with pink hair when she switched out my shampoo for some new wash in color dye stuff she found on the internet from China.

Back to the problem at hand. I have to call the airline and see if maybe the woman grabbed my bag and is attempting to turn it into the airline to get hers back as well. I can’t wear my dead grandpas old clothes for this important week. Too much is at stake.