We returned safe and sound to the hometown of KC last night, managing to successfully complete our travels without killing any of the fellow travelers on board the planes with us, and without too much bumpiness along the way this time. ::high fives self for maintaining track record for a murder-free existence and a panic attack-free day::
While sitting in the airport yesterday morning, we heard several announcements for idiots. Apparently, the idiots were allowed to roam freely at John Wayne International (a.k.a. Orange County Airport) while we were there, as we heard not one announcement...not TWO announcements...but FOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS for items that were left all over the damned place that people needed to retrieve.
#1 was a belt at the security checkpoint
#2 was a BAG at the security checkpoint (and, ok I can kind of understand the belt, if someone is in a hurry...but your BAG? WTF???)
#3 was a purse at baggage claim 2
#4 was a watch at the security checkpoint again
Srsly? I've never heard so many fucking announcements for items left behind - and big ones, too! - while waiting for a flight. It was ka-raaazy. And those people are stoopid.
I was in a pretty foul mood yesterday. I don't like to travel...I like getting to where I'm going, but I don't like the process of getting there part. Strangers + Faith = Trouble with a capital T. Saying a pleasant goodbye to my parents was hard because (a) I hate to leave them, and (b) I hate that leaving them always involves travel via airplane all the time. My step mom understood. "I hate travel, too, " she said as she hugged me. I'm glad she gets it. It helps.
But then we got to the airport and during check in, I heard the lady behind the counter talking to someone about their overweight luggage, and stuff. And then we had to weigh Leo's bag, and the same lady goes, "Your bag is over the weight limit, so you'll need to pay an additional charge..." And I stopped her and I said, "Um, its the same weight it was on our way out here, and we didn't have any problems with it last week." So she says ok, and asks Leo to put it on the other scale they have, and when he removed it, I noticed that the scale it had been on started at SEVENTEEN POUNDS. Um, nice, American Airlines. Fucking nice. Well done, trying to fuck people over like that, assholes. So I tell the woman, "That scale is starting off at 17 pounds! That's awesome. And you just charged someone for their overweight bag. Very cool of you there." She ignored me, and Leo's bag weighed a normal amount on the scale that started at zero, surprise surprise, and she got my bag weighed and tagged, and then we were off through security.
But MAN, that did NOT help my mood!
Then I realized our flight was delayed, and that sucked a little. But it worked out, so nothing to talk about there.
And then I realized that we had better eat before we left. Because I didn't want a repeat performance of the Blood Sugar Monster that showed up last week. So we got in line at McDonald's, and while we were standing there, a girl suddenly goes, "Faith! Hi, I recognize you guys from the pictures on your blog. I'm a fan, and just wanted to tell you..." or something like that, and I was all, "Whoah! Great! Thanks!" I saw she was wearing a KU t-shirt, so I assume she's from town and that's how she knows me. But after she got her food, she disappeared, and I didn't have a chance to talk to her again. So thanks for saying hi, KU-chick! I can't tell you how much my mood changed after that! It really cheered me up! (Also, the man in front of me in line at McDonald's turned around after she walked away, and looked me up and down. I think it was because she'd said she was "a fan" and he missed that she was a fan of my blog, and probly thought I was some more interesting person standing there, like someone from t.v. or what have you. That cracked me up.) (I'm easily amused...)
Getting back to our car at KCI is always a bit of a process in itself. Its the last leg of a trip that has already exposed you to too many incompetent, ignorant, and discourteous people already, and I hate it a lot. So we get on the bus last, even though we were among the first 4 people waiting for it, and then as we approach the long-term parking lots, the bus driver calls out to ask if anyone is parked in any other lot besides "C".
Quick aside for those who don't live here: KCI is made up of 3 terminals - A, B, and C. Different airlines go out of each respective terminal, and when you park in the long-term parking lots, they correspond with said terminals. Since we were flying on American, and they are out of terminal C, we parked in lot C. Seems simple enough, eh? Yeah...
So these two chicks call back to the driver to say that they are NOT parked in C, and he calls in to his headquarters, or whatever, and lets them know that he has transfers that he's dropping off, and then they get off the bus.
All I want you to take from this is that I was totally judging those women. In my opinion, if you can't figure out how this simple lot process works, then I'm concerned about you having a driver's license in the first place. Your brain scares me.
So I'm telling my neighbor about this on our way in to work this morning, and I'm all, "How can people be so dumb??? I mean, they scare me with their complete idiocy! So annoying." And he, of course, goes, "Yeah, I've been one of those 'idiots' before. I was in a hurry, and I was late, and I just pulled into whatever lot I thought I should without even looking at the signs..." And I try to remove my foot from my mouth as gracefully as possible by saying, "Yeah, well, I can see how it can happen, don't get me wrong! I figure that those people must not travel much, is the thing..." Which is what he said his issue was. And then I tried to make light of it by saying, "Well, just so you know, I'm totally judging you for shit like that." And he said I could judge away! And then he said it totally made him even later because he had to catch a transfer to the proper terminal and everything. And then we dropped it and moved on.
Man. I hate it when I do shit like that! But you know what? I totally asked him to please pick up any packages that were delivered to the house while we were gone, and he didn't, and we got a BUNCH of them, and they were all wet and shit...so yeah. We're even, IMO.
Pictures of the vacation will be posted later this week...we got in much too late last night to be able to get on the computer to download and edit all that crap, so stay tuned! There's some fun on the way, boy...