The trip that almost wasn’t by Lillian Craft

So originally we were supposed to be on the plane at like 6 on the morning of Oct 27^th. That put us needing to be at the airport at 4 as international flights like the 2 hours of pain as opposed to the traditional 1 hour. However with the power of three behind us we got an email from (insert travel website’s name here) telling us it had been moved to 2:30 pm with the same connecting flight. That’s awesome because it made us not have to deal with any layover.

Day of the trip with Bald Mike at the wheel of the Jeep and Captain America in charge of the Impala we met at Mumtaz, which is tasty Indian buffet. After stuffing ourselves silly we wished Chris a good day and loaded in the van. Turns out our calculations were a little off so it was like 12:45 as we hopped into line for the ticket counter. By the time we got up to the counter it was like 5 ‘till.

It was then that we were informed that the flight had been at 1:15. Had been? Well being late as we were it was unpossible to make boarding passes…according to the jaded lady helping the really young obviously new and still eager to fix problems guy we lucked out and got. Just as she said this out popped 3 crisp passes with our same flight. Hahahahah… However, it was too late to check bags… and we had to run. The only real reason this was a problem was that I, fearing for all my chubby to make it back to the states with me, had packed like 16 cans of slim fast so I had to empty all that out and gave it to the nice man as a parting gift.

Then run we did… right to the security desk, where we were questioned as my passport still said Hagmann. I showed my drivers license and he let me pass grudgingly. Next stop X-rays and metal detectors, in a mad moment I ran through with my shoes on and didn’t even get a second look. Victory is mine! Well was mine for a moment as Mike’s snack filled backpack popped one of the zippers and snacks flew everywhere. I slid across the slick floor on my knees like a volleyball champ and started to retrieve the snakys. We reassembled the pack then Mike and I ran like crazy people. Tracy remained calm repacking her laptop and other odds and ends with care.

When we got there they were just calling me and Mike's names. So right to the front of the line we went and into the hallway thing. Little more then a minute later Tracy’s name was called and she was right there too…so maybe I hadn’t needed to run but then again nothing makes me feel alive like almost missing my plane. They even had people in the hall to put the bags with the rest of the cargos. Even better the flight was kinda empty and we got to stretch out a little.

Here ends day 1