Sometimes I wonder about myself. I don't know what it is, but during my daily routine when things happen, they're very entertaining.
I went to San Diego on Thursday. Yuppers, flew from Lawton again. Yes, Lawton's flights get cancelled all the time. It's not the outgoing flight that's the problem, but the return flight. Which, yeah. It did. It got cancelled on the way back from this trip, also. However, this time they gave me a hotel. Usually, I end up spending the night in the airport. Three times I've done that. Not cool. Not cool at all. You'd think I would have learned by now, nope. Plus, the airport is sooo convenient distancewise so I keep going back for more. So, yes, I did it again. I flew from Lawton.
I'm on the 10:10 morning flight. Boarding time is 9:40. We're good. No worries. I got this. I did have a busy night getting ready with all the normal stuff, plus throwing in an online test to add to the stress level. Who does that to themselves? But I wake up in the morning, get all ready to go and leave out at 8:45, which is plenty of time.
Jump in the car. "Hello, tire pressure light." Dang. Should I go to get the tires aired up or wait until I get back? I think I'll wait until I get back. I have a lot of transcripts to work on and it'll be nice to relax in the airport before they board.
It's about 9:00. Yay!! I'm at the airport. Get myself all out of the car, get all organized, pulling my bags out, reaching for my ticket, my driver's ...
No way! Are you serious? I left my driver's license back at the house. No joke. Crap. Should I go get it? I do have my passport, which I never use. It's in my purse in the trunk. Okay. I'll just use my passport.
Go to counter. "Your passport's not signed. It's not valid until you sign it." I don't want to sign it. It looks so perfect. I don't want to mess it up.
"Do I have to sign it?"
"Yes."
"All right. I'll sign it." Actually, I didn't really sign it. I pulled it away and made a dot, dot with the pen. Really, I did. A small dot, dot. So, yeah. That's how I did that..
Okay. All checked in. Bloop. Bloop. Text. Someone needs me to bring them something.
"I can't. I already left"
"Okay. No worries."
Looking at the clock thinking, "I have time. I mean, I did get here a little early. My granny's is only 10 minutes away. I don't have my license. I could go get both. It is a celebratory weekend. Fine. After checking with TSA about when they open security and seeing that it's only 9:05, I go. I have plenty of time to do this. I got this.
"Grandma," I call on the phone. "I forgot my license. I'm coming back to get it."
"What? I don't know what you're saying?"
"I'm coming back for my license." She can't hear me.
Here we go. I run to house. Only 10 minutes away. When I get there, my grandma is on the phone. I kind of overheard the conversation, but since she doesn't wear her $2,000 hearing aids, she doesn't know what they're talking about. She hangs up. I sorta got the gist to believe it's the same person I just called earlier about her Meals on Wheels. Very important. This should be quick so I call back. Ha! No. Not quick. They weren't calling for Meals on Wheels. They were selling newspapers. Newspapers. Good grief. This person does not want to stop talking. I have to go. I have to go. Call completed.
Got requested items. Can't find the driver's license. Whatever. Fine. I'll use the passport.
Grandma is talking to me. "Granny, I got to go."
Drive back. Get all the way back to the airport. Get out. Open the trunk to get my stuff. Look for my medicine bag. NO WAY!!! It's not there. Slam down trunk. Oh, my gosh. I'm like, "Okay. They start to board at 9:40. What are you gonna do? You gotta go get it."
So I'm going to the gate to leave. I put the wrong ticket in the exit thingy. Where is the ticket? Dang it!! It's in the trunk. I go back to park. Should I just stay here and forget it or go get my medicine? I can just get all my medicine at a Walgreen's or Target. No. I need it. I have to get my medicine.
Okay. So peep this: Out of state plates on red car in parking lot. Car leaves airport. Comes back to airport. Girl gets out, rummages through trunk. Closes trunk, gets in, goes to exit gate. Not exiting. Going back to park. Gets out again. Reopens trunk, rummages around. Gets back in and leave. A few minutes later comes back to airport. Gets stuff from trunk and goes inside.
If I was a security personnel, I'd be, like, "Huh? What is this?" Some crazy chick in the parking lot, rummaging around in car leaving and returning multiple times. Suspicious.
Anyway, in the car, "Grandma, I'm on my way back to your house. I left my medicine. It's in a black bag on the bed. Can you hand it to me?"
"What? I can't hear you." Starts talking about birds this, birds that.
"Never mind. I'll just come in and get it."
It's right at 9:40 now. No joke. I run in and grab that bag. Run out.
I'm in my car covering my head. Oh, my gosh. I'm going to miss my flight.
Driving along, quite rapidly, but still right on the speed limit. It's 9:45 now. Please. Please. Please. Don't let me miss my flight.
Well, of course. A huge, over large, gigantic, crazy big truck just pulled in front of me. I don't even know what kind of large contraption that is, but finally moves over enough so I can zoom and swirl around it.
Get to the airport. Well, what do ya know. The lady in front of me going into the parking structure, doesn't know how to push the button to get the ticket. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. "COME ONNNNNN!!!"
I honestly started to get out of my car and do it for her. But, I didn't.
Parked. Get out. Run. Please. Please. Please. Please. Thankfully I'm TSA prechecked. They let me into screening.
TSA lady says, "You didn't sign your passport. It's not valid until you sign it."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll sign it." I signed that puppy right away this time.
Luckily, I made that. They're doing last call. Um-hmm. Yeah. Yup. You know what? I MADE IT!! Oh, yeah. Doing the happy dance.
As a side note, I just want to say: No matter how excited you are that you're able to get on the plane, probably, probably, the lady taking your ticket doesn't want you to hug her. Matter of fact, she doesn't. I can vouch for that. I hugged her. Yes, I did. She was like, "Ugh! Get off of me."
Last one on the plane. Seat waiting. Sit down. Breathe a sigh of relief.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Turn around. "I found this under your seat," says the lady in the seat behind me as she's dangling my white gold and diamond bracelet in the air that's a special gift from my sweetie.
"Oh, my gosh." White-faced. "Thank you so, so much."
Turned around. Breathe. Breathe. Reach for my headphones. Not there. Seriously, you forget your headphones? How did you forget your headphones?
Well, luckily, as we all know, they sell everything at the airport now. So I go to buy Sony noise-cancelling ones. (There you go, Sony. A little product advertisement blip for you. Free of charge.)
The guy's ringing up my headphones and I'm asking his coworker to buy a ticket from me that my Square Dance club -- that's right. I said "Square Dance" -- is selling to win a yellow Corvette. Nice car.
Ha! Guess what I found in my checkbook? My driver's license. Yup. There it is. Mystery solved.
So checkout guy -- which he wasn't much to "check out". Nothing like those FIVE firemen that came to help my granny when she fell the week before I left. Whoooo!!! All five -- sizzlin' hot. Calendar Hot.
Wait, I digressed.
"What are you doing?"
"It's the battery pack"
"My other ones didn't have a battery."
"Yeah. We're out of those."
"Ugh, I don't want these. Can I return them?"
"Sure."
My 65 bucks is returned. Which is good. Actually, great. Because lo and behold, on the ride up the escalator, I found my headphones. Right in the zippered part of my carry-on bag. Right where I remember putting them last night and saying, "Don't forget these are here."
Is there anything else I'm forgetting about this trip? I think there is. I just can't remember right now. I blame all this on the "Change". It's true. It's gotta be. Either that or I'm losing my mind, which I'll also blame on the change.
But until next time ---
Me
I went to San Diego on Thursday. Yuppers, flew from Lawton again. Yes, Lawton's flights get cancelled all the time. It's not the outgoing flight that's the problem, but the return flight. Which, yeah. It did. It got cancelled on the way back from this trip, also. However, this time they gave me a hotel. Usually, I end up spending the night in the airport. Three times I've done that. Not cool. Not cool at all. You'd think I would have learned by now, nope. Plus, the airport is sooo convenient distancewise so I keep going back for more. So, yes, I did it again. I flew from Lawton.
I'm on the 10:10 morning flight. Boarding time is 9:40. We're good. No worries. I got this. I did have a busy night getting ready with all the normal stuff, plus throwing in an online test to add to the stress level. Who does that to themselves? But I wake up in the morning, get all ready to go and leave out at 8:45, which is plenty of time.
Jump in the car. "Hello, tire pressure light." Dang. Should I go to get the tires aired up or wait until I get back? I think I'll wait until I get back. I have a lot of transcripts to work on and it'll be nice to relax in the airport before they board.
It's about 9:00. Yay!! I'm at the airport. Get myself all out of the car, get all organized, pulling my bags out, reaching for my ticket, my driver's ...
No way! Are you serious? I left my driver's license back at the house. No joke. Crap. Should I go get it? I do have my passport, which I never use. It's in my purse in the trunk. Okay. I'll just use my passport.
Go to counter. "Your passport's not signed. It's not valid until you sign it." I don't want to sign it. It looks so perfect. I don't want to mess it up.
"Do I have to sign it?"
"Yes."
"All right. I'll sign it." Actually, I didn't really sign it. I pulled it away and made a dot, dot with the pen. Really, I did. A small dot, dot. So, yeah. That's how I did that..
Okay. All checked in. Bloop. Bloop. Text. Someone needs me to bring them something.
"I can't. I already left"
"Okay. No worries."
Looking at the clock thinking, "I have time. I mean, I did get here a little early. My granny's is only 10 minutes away. I don't have my license. I could go get both. It is a celebratory weekend. Fine. After checking with TSA about when they open security and seeing that it's only 9:05, I go. I have plenty of time to do this. I got this.
"Grandma," I call on the phone. "I forgot my license. I'm coming back to get it."
"What? I don't know what you're saying?"
"I'm coming back for my license." She can't hear me.
Here we go. I run to house. Only 10 minutes away. When I get there, my grandma is on the phone. I kind of overheard the conversation, but since she doesn't wear her $2,000 hearing aids, she doesn't know what they're talking about. She hangs up. I sorta got the gist to believe it's the same person I just called earlier about her Meals on Wheels. Very important. This should be quick so I call back. Ha! No. Not quick. They weren't calling for Meals on Wheels. They were selling newspapers. Newspapers. Good grief. This person does not want to stop talking. I have to go. I have to go. Call completed.
Got requested items. Can't find the driver's license. Whatever. Fine. I'll use the passport.
Grandma is talking to me. "Granny, I got to go."
Drive back. Get all the way back to the airport. Get out. Open the trunk to get my stuff. Look for my medicine bag. NO WAY!!! It's not there. Slam down trunk. Oh, my gosh. I'm like, "Okay. They start to board at 9:40. What are you gonna do? You gotta go get it."
So I'm going to the gate to leave. I put the wrong ticket in the exit thingy. Where is the ticket? Dang it!! It's in the trunk. I go back to park. Should I just stay here and forget it or go get my medicine? I can just get all my medicine at a Walgreen's or Target. No. I need it. I have to get my medicine.
Okay. So peep this: Out of state plates on red car in parking lot. Car leaves airport. Comes back to airport. Girl gets out, rummages through trunk. Closes trunk, gets in, goes to exit gate. Not exiting. Going back to park. Gets out again. Reopens trunk, rummages around. Gets back in and leave. A few minutes later comes back to airport. Gets stuff from trunk and goes inside.
If I was a security personnel, I'd be, like, "Huh? What is this?" Some crazy chick in the parking lot, rummaging around in car leaving and returning multiple times. Suspicious.
Anyway, in the car, "Grandma, I'm on my way back to your house. I left my medicine. It's in a black bag on the bed. Can you hand it to me?"
"What? I can't hear you." Starts talking about birds this, birds that.
"Never mind. I'll just come in and get it."
It's right at 9:40 now. No joke. I run in and grab that bag. Run out.
I'm in my car covering my head. Oh, my gosh. I'm going to miss my flight.
Driving along, quite rapidly, but still right on the speed limit. It's 9:45 now. Please. Please. Please. Don't let me miss my flight.
Well, of course. A huge, over large, gigantic, crazy big truck just pulled in front of me. I don't even know what kind of large contraption that is, but finally moves over enough so I can zoom and swirl around it.
Get to the airport. Well, what do ya know. The lady in front of me going into the parking structure, doesn't know how to push the button to get the ticket. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. "COME ONNNNNN!!!"
I honestly started to get out of my car and do it for her. But, I didn't.
Parked. Get out. Run. Please. Please. Please. Please. Thankfully I'm TSA prechecked. They let me into screening.
TSA lady says, "You didn't sign your passport. It's not valid until you sign it."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll sign it." I signed that puppy right away this time.
Luckily, I made that. They're doing last call. Um-hmm. Yeah. Yup. You know what? I MADE IT!! Oh, yeah. Doing the happy dance.
As a side note, I just want to say: No matter how excited you are that you're able to get on the plane, probably, probably, the lady taking your ticket doesn't want you to hug her. Matter of fact, she doesn't. I can vouch for that. I hugged her. Yes, I did. She was like, "Ugh! Get off of me."
Last one on the plane. Seat waiting. Sit down. Breathe a sigh of relief.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Turn around. "I found this under your seat," says the lady in the seat behind me as she's dangling my white gold and diamond bracelet in the air that's a special gift from my sweetie.
"Oh, my gosh." White-faced. "Thank you so, so much."
Turned around. Breathe. Breathe. Reach for my headphones. Not there. Seriously, you forget your headphones? How did you forget your headphones?
Well, luckily, as we all know, they sell everything at the airport now. So I go to buy Sony noise-cancelling ones. (There you go, Sony. A little product advertisement blip for you. Free of charge.)
The guy's ringing up my headphones and I'm asking his coworker to buy a ticket from me that my Square Dance club -- that's right. I said "Square Dance" -- is selling to win a yellow Corvette. Nice car.
Ha! Guess what I found in my checkbook? My driver's license. Yup. There it is. Mystery solved.
So checkout guy -- which he wasn't much to "check out". Nothing like those FIVE firemen that came to help my granny when she fell the week before I left. Whoooo!!! All five -- sizzlin' hot. Calendar Hot.
Wait, I digressed.
"What are you doing?"
"It's the battery pack"
"My other ones didn't have a battery."
"Yeah. We're out of those."
"Ugh, I don't want these. Can I return them?"
"Sure."
My 65 bucks is returned. Which is good. Actually, great. Because lo and behold, on the ride up the escalator, I found my headphones. Right in the zippered part of my carry-on bag. Right where I remember putting them last night and saying, "Don't forget these are here."
Is there anything else I'm forgetting about this trip? I think there is. I just can't remember right now. I blame all this on the "Change". It's true. It's gotta be. Either that or I'm losing my mind, which I'll also blame on the change.
But until next time ---
Me
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