So. I told you I went on a trip...thought I'd let you see a little more of it!
Earlier this year I decided to be the rebellious child who flies the coop for a major family holiday. BAD, BAD BEKAH. :) I asked Lori if I could hang out with them for Thanksgiving and she said YES! So I booked a flight and headed to Kansas!
I hate missing work (Shut up! Who ever would have thought I'd say THAT!!), so I worked Monday. Lynne and I did a Thanksgiving show and I wanted to be there for that. My flight was scheduled to leave at 5:10. I asked one of the ladies at work what time I should leave work to make the flight. Know what she said?
4:00 is plenty early. Are you serious!?!? I'd never flown out of Ft. Wayne before, so I had no idea how tiny that place was!
One of my favorite sitcoms of all time is Dharma and Greg. LOVE that show. They did a whole episode "in" the Ft. Wayne airport...so the whole time I was there, I looked for impromptu weddings and Pat Benetar singing "We've Only Just Begun" - but apparently that only happens on the show. HA!
Here's how it went:
*Cindy dropped me off at the curb (where we were the only car...no airport police on little scooters yelling at anyone to hurry along).
*Went to the counter, where I worked my way through the maze of ropes to the front of the line since there were no other people, handed over my ID, and had a boarding pass in 30 seconds.
*They took my bag without weighing it and put it on the belt, and I said, "I've never been here before. Where do I go next?" I could tell he was trying to NOT flat out laugh at me as he pointed about 100 feet away to the security checkpoint.
* I went up to security and an old man said to me "Oh go on, hon. I'm just here talking." Seriously??? Like you hang out at the airport talking to the security guy?
* The security guy took my ID, put it under the little thingie doo and said, "Oh!! Marion! How was your drive?" Ummmm good?
* I got up to the belt and the TSA guy said "Come on up! I don't bite." He grabbed a bin and said, "Let me help you. Put your shoes here, your coat here...you have a computer?" Uhhhh yes? (I'm used to scrambling for my own set of bins and hoping to remember everything.)
* I got in the body scanner and in TYPICAL Bekah fashion, got held up. The TSA lady got this horrified look on her face and said, "Go back through." I wheeled around to see what was wrong and there on the scanner was a big yellow box right over my jeans zipper. LOL!!! Leave it to me. She suggested I pull up my jeans and try again, so I did, figuring I was in for an all-inclusive personal space invasion from a middle aged stranger, but the second time I was clear. Whew.
* I made my way to my gate, which as you can see, was SO busy.

* Pretty soon, the same guy who printed my boarding pass appeared to clean the plane and tag our carry on luggage. He's everywhere! Ten minutes EARLY, we climbed on our rent-a-plane and flew to O'Hare.

That's me trying to act all calm. I deserved an Oscar for that performance.
Saw the sun for the first time all day.

Welcome to Chicago! Or at least I think that's what she said. Non-fluent English + the garble of an intercom don't make for great understanding.

Always freaks me out to see other planes in my air space. You stay over there, lil buddy.

O'Hare wasn't as scary as I thought. One chicken wrap, one bottle of water, and ELEVEN DOLLARS AND SIXTY EIGHT CENTS LATER, I was fed and ready to board plane two. It was also a rent-a-plane, but it was full. That flight was pretty turbulent on takeoff and landing, but the worst was in the midle of the flight when the plane IMMEDIATELY became unbearably hot. Planes are always cold (praise the Lord) but all of the sudden hot air was pouring out of everywhere. People were turning off their fans above them and taking off coats and fanning and calling the attendant. Kind of scary. Then I started smelling something hot. Nothing freaks a person out more than being thousands of feet above the ground, trapped in an overgrown bullet with 100 other people, smelling something hot. Super.
Eventually it cooled back down. Whew.
We landed and Cassie and her boyfriend were waiting for me at the Wichita airport. I would have taken a picture but it was the first time I met the boyfriend and I wanted to dial down the crazy for ten minutes until he had a chance to meet me.
They took me straight to Sonic, where I got my precious strawberry creamslush I love so much. And I did manage to sneak this picture while he was out pumping gas. :)

And people wonder why I don't travel more. Maybe because it's always a drama???