...some people hate to fly, hate to travel. Some love it. Guess what? I love AND hate it! I love the adventure, seeing all the different people and different places. Hate: walking long distances in a hurry, crowds, rules...the whole TSA debacle, ugh. This fine morning, Paul had checked us in to our flights, but PreCheck didn't show up on my boarding pass. (PreCheck itself is a huge-0 scam: you pay $85 for five years of walking through security without taking off your shoes, jackets, sweaters, or removing the liquids from your bags.). One text to Riley, he added my known traveler number, and voila, I was all set.
It sounds whiny, but you know, I have had a few bad experiences going through security. I am just a Pat-Down magnet. One of those pat down sessions, which I have written about before, was out and out abusive, I was totally humiliated. The screen lit up in a very private place, that seemed to give that woman free license to lift my dress up, right over my round tummy, and pat down my...private place. I did have leggings on, but I am old, and I am chubby, I do not wear leggings as pants. This woman lifted my dress right up, right in front of the whole world of tired travelers, there was an officer just standing there watching. I burst into tears, and protested the whole time. She simply threatened, "A private screening can be arranged." Um, if you do this to me in public, what would you do in private? Oh dear.
So going through security is always nerve-wracking for me. It's better with PreCheck, but still, all the hurry hurry hurry, take this off, leave that in a container, put this here, don't lose your phone...sometimes even in PreCheck, they demand my phone...it needs to be "swiped", apparently. Wiped down, tested for...something? I don't mean to be dramatic, lots of these people are perfectly nice, but I do believe that the very nature of the job attracts some questionable characters, or does the nature of the job with it's small taste of power turn very nice people into unsavory characters? hmm.
It's not like you can stand there and stomp your feet and ask to speak to the manager. You don't like it, you don't fly.
But once we clear security, we get to wait for our flight, then file onto the plane, and relax in the soft comfy seat. Not really, we fly economy. At least I can buckle the seatbelt these days. Camille and I have some healthy snacks packed, and she's bringing herself one of these:
We had eight ripe bananas...some have mini chocolate chips, not the ones Camille will choose.And, one loaf of banana bread...Cousins: Denzel Alexander and Maeve Louise
Lydia Eleanor with baby brother Denzel, cousin Grant Thomas with baby sister Maeve.
This has been a busy day, but not really. It took me all the live-long day to pack. I had to wash clothes, then hmm, I should do a load of towels. I washed the crock pot from last night's chicken stew, and the brownie pan. I touched up my roots, shh.
Then Camille, bless her heart, painted my toe nails for me.