I redeemed the time I promise….
In the Denver airport the bathrooms double as tornado shelters. Very exciting. The PA system just belted out that the official security level has now been moved to orange and could we please report any suspicious activities. No one looked inspired about that except for the airport security guard who probably can’t wait to shout into his radio while running furiously down the terminal in pursuit of suspicious activities.
A Molly Baker has been paged about 20 times. I think she wants to miss her flight.
I’m going to write a booked called “How to make it through metal detectors at the airport and still where your favorite belt with the largest buckle.†This book will be dedicated to Mr. Cowboy himself who just walked by sporting the state of Texas in copper and turquoise on his belt. Gee, I wonder where he’s from? Uh no, he’s walking towards me and he looks mad. Whew…he just sat down two seats away. Note to self don’t mess with Texas…..
Houston at 1:00 am – not a testimony.
Terminal B consists of myself and three other people, two of which are sleeping soundly. Person number 2 is reading the paper.
Houston highlights – Found a place to sleep, found food, found a Jesus look alike complete with a full plaid suit and beret. Yay! Oh yes and the best part, a rat was discovered on the plane about an hour after takeoff. It looked traumatized and very distressed about moving to England.
Alone in London
I met a Polish man who asked me if I was Ukrainian. I took the bus downtown to an ancient hotel where I slept and showered, not in that order. Thank you so much Pops for sponsoring my stay there so I wouldn’t have to spend 36 hours at the airport. You’re the best!
1:00pm and it’s back at the airport for more quality experiences. Cruella de ville and frantic husband just sat down next to me. I wonder what keeps them together. It must be her hair. Or their mutual love of subway sandwiches.
Favorite airport announcement so far – “ Do not leave your baggage unattended. Unattended baggage will be confiscated and destroyed.†With emphasis on destroyed. Heh if I was a vulture I’d apply for that job so I could comb the airport looking for lonely luggage which I’d haul away and destroy…forgive me a cruel chuckle.
A certain evil airline which shall remain nameless changed their luggage weight allowances. They promptly informed me that I would have to pay 140 pounds in overweight fees. *cringe* that’s about 280 dollars for those of you who think in dollars so you can feel the pain. I admit I had a moment of panic. Then Jesus saved me and they quickly decided that they’d let my bags on for free. Jesus is so wonderful!
Let’s end on that happy note.
This post brought to you by jet lag induced ramblings
