Meanwhile, on the way home...

For those of you who read my blog on Wednesday about my misadventures on the way to Galveston, it will come as no surprise to learn that we were not without incident on the way back home.  

Our flight left at 6:30 this morning, and let me say right here that we probably didn't think that through. The fact that we had to get up at 3:00am didn't register. So we dragged ourselves out of the bed and went downstairs to check out. 

I am not going to bore you with a lengthy narrative of how the front desk botched our checkout, or how our taxi wasn't there and we had to call another one, or how our driver  had to stop on the way to the airport to get gas.

No, I'm gonna cut right to the chase...we arrived at the Houston airport in plenty of time to board. The line was moving  along nicely ,and I stepped into the that little X-ray booth thingamajig. No beeps. So far, so good, I think. I turn to get my bag, only to see airport security has it. She's got it in front of the scanner and she's studying it. Then, she does the unthinkable...she unzips it.  

Only an hour ago, I had spent at least 15 minutes cramming every nook and cranny of said bag full of clothes, toiletries, and a whole bunch of goodies from the seminar. I could open a small kiosk with the amount of booty I'd collected.  And here was this woman, blithely unaware of the chaos that was about to ensue right there on the Delta security counter.

i looked over at Monti, who was already cleared and just kinda held my breath. In a matter of seconds, there it was...all my shoes, cosmetics, books and Spanx heaped up for all to see. It was a sight. Then, as if this wasn't enough, she grabbed the suitcase, carried it over to the X-ray machine, and ran it  through again, as if to say, "well, here's a tiny millimeter of spandex I missed!" 

When it was finally returned to me, we had to put a pair of my shoes into Monti's backpack because I just could not fit them back in, no matter how much I squeezed the zipper or sat on the top. I think my clothes grew when exposed to air...like sea monkeys.

At least the flight was nice, what I observed of it from clutching the seat arms and staring straight ahead. I am prayed up for life. We landed in Atlanta, and walked the 15 mile trek back to Monti's car, only to discover that, not only had she left the car unlocked, she'd left the lights on and the battery was dead....you cannot make this stuff up, people.

I am home now, and all is well, but I will be going out tomorrow... 

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Homeward!

Homeward!