When absentdaughter gave us very short notice that she was getting married in New Zealand, it was quite a panic to arrange to get there. We had trouble finding available flights because I had to finish a freelance work project before leaving at the very last minute. We bought wedding presents and family and various friends passed presents over to us to transport. For reasons of space, we had a carry-on bag packed with small kitchen items– a selection of sieves, a potato peeler, a pizza cutter, a decent can opener, etc. That bag went through X-ray umpteen times with every officer in the place twisting their heads around to try to work out whether that was some kind of hugely advanced weapon. None of it was helped by the fact that even when absenthusband was stripped down to his underpants, he still set off the alarms. I really thought I would have to leave him and half the presents behind and just fly to New Zealand alone.
As it was, the flight had all sorts of problems and delays and one suitcase with most of my knickers and my wedding outfit finished up in Sydney.