My flights to Alabama were relatively uneventful... (minus sitting on the tarmac in ATL for 30 minutes waiting for a gate to open up, causing me to have to GO VERY VERY FAST in my new 3.5 inch HEELS to get to my next gate in time, I hate you Atlanta I hate you) However, today's flights weren't so great. I was supposed to leave Dothan Alabama at 2 PM, but I was concerned about all of the bad weather heading that way, so I changed my flight to an 11:45 AM flight, hoping to not get stuck or delayed anywhere.
The Dothan airport is SPECTACULAR - it has one gate, and you can quite literally park your rental car 30 minutes before your flight leaves and have plenty of time to go through security and board. Love. It.
Anyway... today, security was a little weird with my stuff. I put my stuff on the conveyor belt... they picked up my purse, and ran it through twice. And then they ran my SUITCASE through twice!
Folks, I fly 2-6 times a week. I know how to pack. My suitcase contents never change. Ever. The clothes change, but my bag of techy-stuff (laptop cord, phone charger, etc) and my toiletries case never change. I am never (.... before today) stopped in security. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW TO PACK.
Okay, so this security guy says to me, "I need to search your suitcase." I'm like, "Sigh, okay." He walks over to the table, and I follow him... and I'm thinking, "This is weird, I don't want a man going through my suitcase." I live in fear of my suitcase busting open in public, and my clothes flying all over the plane, so I pack my underwear & such in a little cloth lingerie bag. So, while I'm uncomfortable with a man going through my suitcase, I'm like, well, it's not like he'll be going through my unmentionables.
OH HOW WRONG I WAS. Dude searched EVERYTHING very thoroughly. I was so embarrassed. And I kind of felt like it was inappropriate!!!!!!!! I know if you have to be personally searched, they get a woman to do it. But what about bags?! I don't want men going through my underwear!!! I don't think I will ever recover from this.
And anyway, there's no contraband in my suitcase. My contraband (2 tubes of hand lotion in my makeup bag) is in my PURSE. Duhhhh.... and no one has ever caught it. Which is nice. Also worrisome. What if it was bomb lotion?
ANYWAY. So I walk outside to get onto the little regional jet (actually, regional prop plane... this was not a jet, it was a propeller plane... hate 'em! Go back to 1965 where you came from.) and it's actually difficult to walk because of the strength of the wind.
Once the plane is loaded, the flight attendant starts passing out air sickness bags. Before we even get off the ground. I think, ".......... this does not bode well."
The pilot warns us that it will be a bumpy ride the entire flight, and he was right! When we were zooming down the runway, the plane kept being blown to the left before we got off the ground... it was a nerve wracking ascent.
We were late getting into Atlanta, and LUCKILY my next flight was delayed by 20 minutes, because I arrived at my gate (RUSHING AGAIN IN HEELS, ATLANTA I HATE YOU) JUST in time to board. I would have totally missed it otherwise.
Anyway, to end this ridiculously long story, my flight from ATL to Cincinnati (first class!) was terribly bumpy, too. I'm starting to lose perspective on what "the worst turbulence ever" is.
I engaged in some retail therapy on Tuesday, and...
My New Shoes:
I was talking to my mom (HI MOM) on the phone on my way to the airport after buying the shoes, and unbeknownst to her, I pulled over at a gas station to change into them, and after a minute she said, "What are you doing?" and I said, "Putting my new shoes on." and she said, "WHILE YOU ARE DRIVING????" Heh heh. No, mother.
AND when I got home today... I had a big box from TAYLOR!! I was so excited!! I opened it up, and.... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taylor bought me a beautiful wine glass for my 21st birthday that said "QUEEN" on it. And yes, even if everyone else was drinking out of my plain wine glasses, for the past almost-6 years, I have used my QUEEN glass. Yes, I know. No, I don't care what you think.
And several weeks ago.... I was on a date, drinking wine... and I knocked it over (because I tend to do this) and it SHATTERED all over my carpet (thankfully EMPTY!). Stupid carpet.
I was really upset, and had to really concentrate on not crying, and I sent Taylor perhaps a slightly hysterical text message and then we cleaned it up and I spent the next 4 weeks drinking out of boring plain old wine glasses. Bor-ring.
But now! Joy has been restored!
Taylor's card said that I've been demoted from a QUEEN to a Princess because she can no longer eat brussel sprouts without thinking that she is eating a tiny alien head. AWE-SOME.
And now it's snowing. And I'm out of coffee, so there'd best be no blizzard keeping me home tomorrow. The End.
13 comments:
sarah- I love your stories! thanks for keeping updated with the blog... even though I see you almost every week, I never really get the chance to talk to you and hear about life. so this is fun for me!
YAY. OK NOW I understand. But I want one too. How can I get a royal wine glass? BTW, they really ARE tiny alien brains. And since you like them so much, SARAH... you should try roasted chestnuts. They taste way better and they are definitely brains. Little chestnut brains. MMMM, makes me hungry just thinking about it.
This was such a fun post to read. Not that it was a terrible flight, but you just told it so well. I probably would have needed several barf bags on that flight. I hate those prop planes.
carrie, i know! i am the Carsick Queen (i can even make myself car sick when i am driving), but i rarely ever feel air-sick. today... it tested my powers. i couldn't read... i just sat there, saying, "STOMACH BEHAVE!"
HAHA!! Oh how I loved this post. Sarah, I completely agree about the underwear thing. Where do these people get off thinking they can do this? Uh, probably somewhere like their job descriptions. But really, I'm SO glad I'm not the only one who worries about the possibility of this happening!! And I'm sorry, but I'm glad it was you, not me!! I just hope he didn't make eyes at you afterwards. I asked before, but I'm sorry, I'm not good at reading follow up comments and I haven't signed up for them....so what do you do with Flora when you're gone? I promise this time I'll check back. I can't tell you how many times I've thought of this!!
When I read your title I thought to myself...'this is going to be a good one'...
you didn't disappoint ;)
I'm sorry it was all so traumatic, but glad to hear that you sruvived.
got any trips to columbus indiana planned?
Whoops Autumn!! I meant to reply before this! I just leave her at home. :) I leave out 2 big bowls of food & water every time I leave, just in case I get delayed somewhere.
If I will be gone for more than 5 days, like on vacation, I have a friend check on her. (Usually under duress... funny enough, no one likes doing it!)
If I'm gone for less than 5 days, she's fine on her own. She would actually probably be fine for a longer time period, too, but I start to get freaked out, like maybe she is sick or sad or has destroyed my house or someone has broken in and stolen her.
OH! And no Columbus Indiana yet... BUT I do have a site in Terre Haute, and maybe I could drive through Columbus on my way home from my next visit?!?!?!
First, AGREED on Atlanta-it is such the armpit of the US airport system. Secondly, who trained you as a CRA?!! The CARDINAL RULE of travelling is to wear comfortable shoes (not that heels are always uncomfortable-I have vertical challenges myself and know otherwise). STILL... WEAR GOOD SHOES. You will be happier. Lastly, wow, I'm sorry for this violation of privacy. That goofy security guy probably thought you were a tall celebrity or something.
CAREN aka "anonymous" with an emailed, "i messed up... i'm anonymous.." heh heh:
1. yes, i concur with your agreement of myself.
2. whatever, i don't care, i'd rather look good.
3. ok... are you making fun of me or do you not know how tall i am?
Nope, don't know how tall you are.. (although I think I'm taller?... anyway, yes, always always making fun of sarahcooldotcom who is my HERO!!! SIGNED CAREN
Great story! You are a great story-teller. I once had my bag searched my a Mexican man leaving Mexico. He confiscated my small scissors I kept in my toiletry bag. They were at the bottom and he dug and dug to get them out. I am a germ freak, so this totally freaked me out and made me want to buy all new toiletries and make-up! Ew - strange man germs on my makeup!?!
LOVE the wine glass! What a nice friend!
Amber
Sarah, thanks for answering my question. So she must be very well house trained. That's pretty impressive.
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