As usual, the only announcement we could understand over the loudspeakers was “Whoever left their laptop at the security checkpoint, please return to pick it up.” So I did.
As usual, the line for the TSA checkpoint snaked around the airport. As usual, someone forgot they’d put their gun in their carry-on. As usual, there was no place to put your carry-ons in the airport restroom, or coffee shop, or waiting area, so as usual we had to set them on the floor. As usual, we hoped that was water all over the floor. Or even mostly water.
As usual, there is a guy on the moving walkway talking to himself as if there’s someone right beside him. Then you see the Bluetooth earpiece and realize he’s on the phone. As usual, everyone within 20 feet of him could hear him say things like, “After the second baby, I told her to get out.”
As usual, we paid $28 for two-day-old ham sandwiches and a bag of trail mix to eat on the plane. As usual, we wondered when you had to start taking trail mix on an airplane to survive the rugged journey. Wasn’t it originally made for backpackers climbing backwoods trails where food was hard to come by?
As usual, the passenger sitting in the aisle seat fell asleep with his head on the tray the moment I felt I should use the restroom. As usual, I schlepped around a heavy coat to a destination that was having unseasonably warm weather. As usual, I forgot it when I left. As usual, we were having abnormally cold weather at home. As usual, we forgot to write down where we parked the car. Was it row RR or TT Blue? Ah, there it is. In row Q Red.
Luckily for us, we didn’t have any bad weather or “equipment delays.” Those can really make air travel a nightmare — not like the wonderful way it is, as usual.
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