Traveling these days, as I always say is torture. I feel great today as I am not rushing to catch a flight for work. Rather, I am on my way back to Atlanta from Austin, TX with a connecting flight through Houston. Therefore, I will be spending the entire day traveling. Another reason, I am in a good mood is that the weather in this part of the country has been brutal with storms causing up to 20 inches of rain in some areas, so I am happy it's not raining right now.
So I check out of the hotel and hop into my rented Jeep Liberty with my fingers crossed, hoping and praying my flight(s) are not cancelled. I get to the self-service computer to check-in, and I try and try, for some reason my case needs special attention. My company has an account with corporate expedia, and I have been screwed over once in a while. So once again I’m hoping and praying corporate expedia took care of business and purchased the flight. The continental airlines representative comes over and asks me for my passport. I’m looking at him, like what the hell. It’s a domestic destination; do I need a passport for that now? You know I can’t keep up with the rules, regulations, and laws in this country. After September 11, 2001, it’s been one thing after the other. He finally looks up my information and says everything is fine and he doesn’t know why the system was acting up. Isn’t that why they hire these people?
Anyway, I go about my business. I get to the security line and the line is long as hell. I finally get to the front of the line; I begin to take my laptop out and my liquids in a Ziploc bag. This lady must have been in a hurry or maybe she was thinking to herself, this girl needs to hurry up because she reached for the plastic bins before me. As I am in a good mood, I let it go. I start easing my stuff down the security tables but nooo…… she begins to push my stuff down herself. You know me, I asked her “ Ma’m are you in a hurry? Because if you are, you can get in front of me.” She goes “Oh no, not at all.” I gave her that look like don’t mess with me, luv. She gets the message and doesn’t bother me after that. I finally get through without any more troubles.
What's with impatient travelers today. I know I am impatient, my family, friends, and boyfriend have told me so. But I believe I am respectful and I believe people should be the same.
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