Transportation Frustration

In the past I have had my fair share of annoying travel mishaps that become the funny stories later on, but the transportation problems and forgetfulness that happened on this trip just topped them all. It started with our flight on RyanAir going from "Paris" Beauvais, or what Chris and I call Boovais. Luckily I researched enough to get us a hotel near the station in Paris where the train would take us to this supposedly Parisian town an hour away and then get a shuttle to the airport in some part of the town that has another name that starts with a T, basically the Home Depot of France. But what I wasn't prepared for in this town in the middle of nowhere where nobody was on our aiport shuttle was that the terminal went from servicing one flight service to seven today, and without enough room or security personnel. So let's just say after over an hour of a security line we were lucky that our delayed plane hadn't even landed when it was time for it to take off. Despite the delay we made it to Dublin, only to miss our stop for our bed and breakfast on the double decker buses that I couldn't help but think they looked a bit too touristy to be a normal bus and were driving on the wrong side of the road. We got our fair use of them though when Chris forgot to give the keys back to the B and B and in the pouring rain had to return. As I waited with our bags at the bus stop and hummed to myself I heard Chris yelling my name and turned to see him frantically running after having been soaked by the bus driving through a puddle. I guess he thought we could catch the bus and wanted me to wave it over (they don't come unless you signal). Then it was time to take the train to Roscommon where my friend Roisin lives in the center of Ireland. Halfway tere the train doesn't leave one of the stops because they said tere was a report that a tree had fallen and possibly on the tracks. The report turned out to be true and not one but two trees were in fact in our way and had to be cleared by crews. So Roisin's Dad was on his way to pick us up at that station instead when the conductor announced we would be leaving in 20min! So as I was getting back from the bathroom I checked to make sure everyone had grabbed their stuff from above and exited the train with my friends to wait for our ride. Only to find out at Roisin's that my bag was still in the luggage corner of the train! So the dress that I bought specifically for New Year's was not worn. I got it back in Dublin but only to be heckled by the man joking that I must've knowing down the trees with such a bag "How can you forget a ting like dat?". Then it was time for our flight to Marseille, with the rowdy men humming the "Marseillaise" and clapping and cheering with turbulance. They made fun of the pilot's French accent and then cheered more as we landed. The view was gorgeous but we landed it turns out 25km from the city and had to pay 9euro to get to the train station, which left us barely enough time to eat before our train so sadly no view of the Mediterranean for Chris. But to top off the end of our trip was I tried to make our trip to Paris the most hassle free with Chris flying home making me sad enough. So I bought a ticket all the way to the airport so we wouldn't have to lug our bags on the metro and pay to get the RER out of the city. Well...once I saw someone was reserved for the same seat as I was on the train to Lyon I realized the lady gave me a ticket for Dec 6th and not January. Thus making my ticket not valid and them noy allowing me up to the platform for the train to Charles De Gaulle. I cried to the ticket booth and they let us take the train but I would have to pay for my return ticket (which in the end I just used my same ticket and the conductor didn't even notice..I know I'm a rebel). And in the midst of all this, as if I thought I couldn't forget any other things on a train in the future of my life, we left the croissants we were going to eat foir breakfast on the train! Chris joked that if anyone tried to keep us from getting on the shuttle bus from the airport to our hotel he would take them out with our bag the size of two small children. Though it was not feasible because my souvenirs I sent with him weighed almost 23kg, I think we would have tried!