Hello from the floor of the Tampa airport!
I made it through security and am currently waiting for my flight to board.
Airport security is always a treat, isn’t it?
I’ve come to realize that a couple of things always happen to me when it comes to airport security:
- I am indecisive and switch lines. This inevitably leads to me choosing the wrong line and I end up waiting way longer than I would have if I would’ve stayed in the line I picked from the beginning.
- I get searched. Every time. One time I set off the beeper thing so many times around my chest that I had to explain to the guard that it was the underwire from my bra setting off the beeps. This was right around the time of 9/11 so there were a lot of military personnel nearby and the men thought this was hilarious. Hiiiiilarious.
- Unloading all of my crap in 2.5 seconds while people wait behind me stresses me out.
The woman in front of me going through security today used six bins. SIX. I was going to hand her another one to see if she wanted to ride through on the conveyer belt herself, but I thought that might be frowned upon. Plus, I figured she was probably as stressed out as I was about unloading everything faster than the speed of light so as not to anger the people behind us.
I am reminded of this cartoon…
Thank you, Pinterest, for exposing me to the most random things in the world that crack me up.
Since my flight is leaving out of Tampa, I am storing my car at my parents’ house in St. Pete to save money on airport parking. My dad was kind enough to drop me off at the airport and treat me to a father-daughter lunch on the way at the Vinoy Clubhouse!
I ordered a turkey BLT with a side of fresh fruit and it was fresh and flavorful.
I also made sure to drink a lot of water to keep myself hydrated for a day of traveling.
Time to board! Hoping to spend this flight finishing up The Paris Wife!