I have to skip Fabulous Friday this week. I'm just not in the oh so fabulous state of mind.
I'm glad to be home after a week in New England.
One which was filled with the summer travelers. This may be the cause of my lack of Fabulous Friday state of mind.
The whole week was filled with ridiculousness.
It started with my trip through the Charlotte airport and the security line. Having traveled so much over the years I've achieved a priority status which allows me to access special security lines so I don't have to wait.
Two lines through security. I'm in the left lane, so it makes sense that I head to the left screening area. Makes sense, no?
I'm pulling my laptop out when I notice a woman standing abnormally close to me. So close in fact that when she tries to muscle her way in front of me, I'm suddenly standing there with my right arm engulfed by her boobs.
I look back at her & tell her that there is a screening area to the right (she was in the right lane). To which she replied, "Yeah, there's also this one."
All the while my arm is still encased in her chest.
And she keeps pushing up against me.
I finally raised my voice & said, "Ma'am. Please remove your breasts from my arm or I'll alert security." Over the top? Probably, but I just couldn't take it any more.
And she acted insulted! I mean, really, my arm was trapped in your chest & you're insulted?
And the shenanigans didn't end there.
Bad drivers on the drive from Boston. Left lane, getting passed by people in the right because of the person in front of me.
Getting bitten by something that has now swollen up and is the size of a quarter on my arm. It itches, but at the same time, it hurts? I mean, really?
Rain the whole way back to Boston yesterday for my flight home. After passing a State Trooper (don't know if that is what they're called up there) and thinking I was going to get a ticket, my stomach dropped.
Trying to find a Subway I had found online for lunch and not being able to.
Having all of 30 minutes in the airport to grab something to eat, scarf it down, make it to the bathroom & board the plane.
A family in the row in front of me on the flight home. With three children. All under the age of 6.
One little one who couldn't have been more than a year and a half screamed the whole way home. Screamed. Not whimpered. Not cried a little with the altitude change. Screamed.
One little one who may have been around 3, kept standing up in the seat, turning around and sticking her finger up her nose.
We had quite a bit of turbulence and I'll admit, there were times when I thought I would have enjoyed seeing her get her finger stuck up there.
Because, it was just one of those weeks.
And while I like children, I don't want to have to watch them dig for buried treasures.
Happy Friday y'all!!
I'm glad to be home after a week in New England.
One which was filled with the summer travelers. This may be the cause of my lack of Fabulous Friday state of mind.
The whole week was filled with ridiculousness.
It started with my trip through the Charlotte airport and the security line. Having traveled so much over the years I've achieved a priority status which allows me to access special security lines so I don't have to wait.
Two lines through security. I'm in the left lane, so it makes sense that I head to the left screening area. Makes sense, no?
I'm pulling my laptop out when I notice a woman standing abnormally close to me. So close in fact that when she tries to muscle her way in front of me, I'm suddenly standing there with my right arm engulfed by her boobs.
I look back at her & tell her that there is a screening area to the right (she was in the right lane). To which she replied, "Yeah, there's also this one."
All the while my arm is still encased in her chest.
And she keeps pushing up against me.
I finally raised my voice & said, "Ma'am. Please remove your breasts from my arm or I'll alert security." Over the top? Probably, but I just couldn't take it any more.
And she acted insulted! I mean, really, my arm was trapped in your chest & you're insulted?
And the shenanigans didn't end there.
Bad drivers on the drive from Boston. Left lane, getting passed by people in the right because of the person in front of me.
Getting bitten by something that has now swollen up and is the size of a quarter on my arm. It itches, but at the same time, it hurts? I mean, really?
Rain the whole way back to Boston yesterday for my flight home. After passing a State Trooper (don't know if that is what they're called up there) and thinking I was going to get a ticket, my stomach dropped.
Trying to find a Subway I had found online for lunch and not being able to.
Having all of 30 minutes in the airport to grab something to eat, scarf it down, make it to the bathroom & board the plane.
A family in the row in front of me on the flight home. With three children. All under the age of 6.
One little one who couldn't have been more than a year and a half screamed the whole way home. Screamed. Not whimpered. Not cried a little with the altitude change. Screamed.
One little one who may have been around 3, kept standing up in the seat, turning around and sticking her finger up her nose.
We had quite a bit of turbulence and I'll admit, there were times when I thought I would have enjoyed seeing her get her finger stuck up there.
Because, it was just one of those weeks.
And while I like children, I don't want to have to watch them dig for buried treasures.
Happy Friday y'all!!
