So, everything seems on track. I’ve gotten myself up at 4, got everything ready, the blog posted, laundry sorted, muffins made for when the kids get up, the schedule taped to the fridge and I’m off to the airport. It’s now 5:25 and I am in good shape for my 7:10 flight. On my way a friend calls. We talk all the way to the airport and we eventually get off the phone as I get to the security line. I get all the way up to the scanning machine and it hits me … I didn’t lock my car! Shoot. It ask 4 or 5 security guards if they think I should leave the airport and lock my car, when the last guard says: “Look Ma’am,” (when did I get to be Ma’am?) “You can either miss your flight and go lock it or enjoy your trip and if someone cleans out your car, at least they might take some of the junk with them!” Well, said. So, I move on toward the gate.
I get on the plane. Next to me (there are two seats on my side of the row, and I have the aisle), is someone who really needs two seats. Now, granted I am small but I don’t want to give up my personal space for three hours! My “neighbor” proceeds to ask me if he can raise the arm rest (because it must be hurting him) and I am thinking I need a cocktail (it’s 7:30 a.m.!). A look of fear must have come across my face, which triggered the alarm for the flight attendant because before I knew it she was offering him another seat — just across from me. Thank you Ms. Flight Attendant!!!
I’m beginning to feel better and I fire up my lap top. Then, it happens. Someone has gas. I mean really bad gas. To the point where I have to turn my overhead fans (both of them) on my face. I have a stomach ache. It’s him. I see him looking at me every time “it happens” just like my kids used to do when they were younger (well, the boys still do it sometimes!). I try to put a good spin on this one … he could be sitting right next to me. I look away and tell myself … I can do anything for 2.5 hours.
The rest of my trip was uneventful, the weather is warm and the outdoor pool (overlooking the ocean) is even warmer. However, don’t think I am resting on my laurels. I’ve got a bit of soul-searching and writing to do and that is my focus these next few days.
Meanwhile, I hope you all avoid such early vacation chaos on your next trip. Truth is, I have no place to go but up! Have a great day!
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