around the southwest in 8 hours
You too can pee in 4 different states in a day!
Yes, traveling can be fun.
Oh peanuts, pretzels and cheese nips snacks.
Oh pepsi, coke, ginger ale, tomato juice, monster energy drinks and heineken beer are only $4.00
Plane, train, automobile.
do it all.
Meet new people, see new things!
See Annie walk,
See Annie run to the air train so she doesn’t miss the flight,
See Annie line up with the other weary losers behind the appropriate numbered pillar at the Southwest Gate,
See Annie furtively buy a large cup of hot chocolate, ‘Sure, Whip away - in fact forget it and drop the whole can in the fucking cup!’
See Annie chewing her dry blueberry muffin while watching what appears to be every skinny woman in the United States catwalk to their gates with their matching luggage sets.
See Annie waving to a little girl who is riding the parallel walk faster machine for the 5th time,
See Annie pondering whether lunch will be as interesting,
See Annie watching the TV news show while quietly thanking her lucky stars that the alarm DIDN’T go off at 2am this morning…..
Let’s hope Annie’s dye job (that she did immediately upon getting home after startling herself by looking up and catching her reflection in Salt Lake City ) doesn’t leave her looking like Eddie Munster.
Now Annie will take two pills (melatonin) and please refrain from calling her in the morning.
Glad you are home safe and sound. Don’t you just love airports?
xoxoxo
Melatonin, you say? To sleep? Is there anything in that that would interfere with an old person’s health and well being, d’you suppose? As for the business travel, I can SO sympathize, having been there,and done that ad nauseum. Somehow, negotiating your way through airports and feeding yourself enroute are WAY more frustrating and uncomfortable when you’re WORKING, as opposed to when you do it voluntarily on vacay trips, eh? Well, sleep well, dear heart, and do something nice for yourself tomorrow.
Big HUGS,
Z
Such fun! Did you get to take your shoes off and get your shampoo confiscated?
The last time I had surgery on my ankle, my sister felt sorry for me and invited me to accompany her to Las Vegas. Quite an experience with a bright purple cast to my knee and a wheelchair with a leg lift to keep my leg elevated. The security folk made me get out of the chair and took the leg support off to check it for bombs and couldn’t figure out how to get it back on. They actually gave up, set it on my lap, and waved me on. If THEY couldn’t figure out how to do it, how did they expect ME to get it back on??? I had to carry the damn thing on my lap all the way to Vegas.