I had to pee badly. Next door to the bathroom I pass the Admirals Club. The doors open as I walk by and I see all of the beautiful peeps inside. (Imagine this happening in slow-motion.) I come out of the bathroom to discover my flight is delayed a bit as they are waiting for the cleaning crew to finish. I'm waiting in a very long line to board. Waiting. Waiting. Get bored and take a picture of myself in a Chicago Bears shirt in front of the Dallas Cowboy Shop. Notice no one is shopping in there as even the Yankees waiting to board this plane know who's pocketbook the money goes into. Decide it's bad business to put a shop of this nature in front of a gate that has direct flights to CHI. Finally get to board and uh-oh...flight is completely full and I'm strongly encouraged (told) to leave and check-in carry-on with them there as is no room in the overhead bins. I decide I will but first the guy in front of me has the line backed because he is unsure if he can check in his bag as it has something fragile inside. "You shouldn't pack fragile things in your suitcase." the lady at the gate says. "That's why I'm carrying it with me!" replies guy. "It's fragile!" Score to guy with fragile content. He is forced to check it in eventually so game, set and match to Airline. I check in my bag and suggest the lady next to me does as well. Step on plane and notice the lady in front of me still has her bag and never checked it in. "You may want to check that bag...." I say. She looks at me like I'm a nut and I know what's coming. It is a long, crowded, populated way down to my aisle way down there-number 31. Luckily I am wearing my Bears shirt and the energy I feel from these people is positive. I am Miss Popularity thanks to the orange and navy. It crosses my mind that if they knew how hot I think Aaron Rodgers is, they'd turn on me in a quick second. I do a mental "Discount Double-Check" anyway and trudge down the aisle. Take a peek at first class and get jealous. Be-bop along nicely until aisle 24 and then I hear it. "You're going to have to check in that bag-there is no room for it. You need to turn around and take it back." And then it began.....lady stops traffic flow and blah, blah, blah. "I can't turn around-there are a lot of people behind me! My pills are in here!" I could use a pill right now, I thought. Nicely suggested to lady that perhaps she go to her seat and then return the bag in a few so everyone behind her can sit down themselves. Another nut job look comes my way and then lady does just that-goes to her seat. On aisle 31.
After that mess is cleaned, the Flight Attendant gets to work. His name is Steve, which I find humorous and am reminded of the movie Bridesmaids. I start to think about Annie and how she gets plastered in coach and has words with "Stove", the male flight attendant. Annie and I are roughly the same age and shared a few similar struggles. We've all felt challenged at some point and time to prove our worth to friends. I am a flawed person and much like Annie I am fortunate to have friends that love me regardless. Annie's story didn't end so badly....she got the hot Irishman AND got to sing with Wilson Phillips ;)
Until next time I post.....
XOXOXO
M.
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