I recently took a trip to Las Vegas for one of my friend’s bachelorette party. As per usual, my traveling adventures are never a dull moment.
Let’s consider this post, the ‘departure’ post:
I arrive at the airport (driving) – was going just fine, hardly any traffic, many parking spots to choose from. As I put my terrible parking skills to use, I find a spot close to the elevators (hey, I’m not about to walk far with my suitcase AND carry on, pft! That’s a workout!). I park, adjust, park again. Pull out my suitcase, grab my bag, lock my SUV and proceed to the elevator.
There happens to be two airport workers, standing there, on their smoke break. And we ALL know how happy and helpful airport workers are. Well…out of the blue, one of the workers (between puffs and gossiping) yells to me and we have this following conversation:
airport worker:”hey ma’am…you need to move your vehicle”
me: “um, what?!”
aiport worker: “they’ll charge you $75 a day to park there”
me: “um, what?!”
airport worker: “you just parked your vehicle in a non-SUV space, which will charge you $75 a day…”
me: “um, what?! How, why”
airport worker: “yah, that big red sign on the post in front of the space you just parked in says it.”
me: “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh well shows how much I pay attention! Thank you very much.”
airport worker: “no problem, just figured you wouldn’t enjoy paying extra money”
me: “damn straight, THANK YOU!”
*me, walks back to SUV, loads up, moves car 6 spaces away
Now, as I check my phone, ALERT ALERT…’your flight has been delayed by 1 hour’
Oh, crap-o-la.
This means I’m in a bad mood.
I check in my bag, walk solemnly to security….where the lady behind me is a professional gum popper/smacker. And you all know how I feel about that.
Finally, close to going through security, with an obvious look of disdain on my face. The security worker says to me (out of ALL of the crazies standing in line on a Thursday evening) and have the following convo:
security guard: “hey, why the sad look on your face?”
me: “hey, flight was delayed an hour”
security guard: “oh, well that’s not too bad, at least you are going on a trip! Where are you headed?”
me: “yah, an hour late to Las Vegas for a bachelorette party”
security guard: “oh…are you getting hitched?”
me: “yah….NO.”
**proceeds through scanner while rolling my eyes
Next up, I need a drink! Surprise, surprise. So I stop at a bar near my gate. I order a beer. The bartender tells me “oh girl, I love your nails” (PS…nails are black with gold crosses…DIY!). Me (silently in my head…give me my beer)…oh thanks, on to Vegas, flight delayed, need a beer, keep tab open. Other bartender…”that a girl!”
Ok, one beer in and I need food. I go to order a deelish (sarcasm) chicken sandwich. The cashier says “oh that’s such a pretty necklace! I’ve been looking for one of those and finally bought one just like it.” Me, at this point annoyed with everyone wanting to chat with me, “oh, thanks. I’d like a #10 with fries”
I sit down, drink my 2nd beer, eat my chicken sandwich and some lady next to me starts chatting. Of course. Yes, I’m going to Vegas for a bachelorette party, not mine. I have on 2 spray tans, and a flight delayed an hour. She left 10 minutes later.
Finally, boarding time! I choose my seat, after my 2 beers and good thing I only had 2 because I was included in the ‘you are sitting in/near an exit row and do you feel competent to meet the requirements should your assistance be needed in an emergency evacuation’….
The older gentlemen tells me he likes my outfit, and my nails, and excited for me to go to Vegas for a party.
Me – time to take a nap on the plane.
Until Part 2 of my Vegas Vacation…
#travelingtales
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