Wow! It's Tuesday already. I'd planned to post a follow-up to my weekend, but things got the better of me last night. I'm not sure what was wrong, but by the time I arrived home after M1's ballet class, I was having lots of pain...wrong side for gall bladder or appendix, too low for my heart ( I hope!), and not the usual "wow, I ate something yucky" area. I put myself flat out on the bed at 8 p.m. and woke up with the alarm this morning. Ten and a half hours of sleep?? I guess so!
My trip home Sunday was almost as interesting as my trip to Texas Friday. The short flight from Killeen to Houston went okay. I realized, though, after a closer look at my printed itinerary that my flight from Houston home was not confirmed. I also knew that could be problematic.
I arrived at the gate in Houston only to be told I had no seat on the over sold flight to my home airport. The ticket agent looked at me and said, " I can get you a seat on a flight to Atlanta."
And then said nothing more...I waited...politely...and then said, "So????"
He looked at me and said, "Well, do you know anyone there?"
"No." I said, "I know lots of people in (insert my hometown here), though...that's what I bought a ticket to go THERE."
I mean, seriously, if you're going to send me somewhere I know no one, but you'll do it for free...I'm voting for Maui. Or Vegas even.
He ended up sending me to Atlanta with a $300 travel voucher in my hand (because, you know, I fly SO MUCH and when I do, I purposely seek out the airline that has caused me serious anxiety over the last 72 hours) and a promise I could get a seat on the plane and make it home from there.
My flight from Houston to Atlanta was HORRENDOUS. I sat in a three-seat row by the window. The woman in front of me leaned her seat ALL the way back. Not to worry,though, as the nasty voodoo I shot in her direction over that nearly two hour flight (we circled in the air for a 1/2 hour!!!!) was certainly enough to make her re-think EVER doing that again. ANNOYING. Not only because a total stranger was lying in my lap for hours, but because people in the world think so much of themselves and so little of others that they just fancy themselves as having license to be so ridiculously RUDE and stupid.
In Atlanta, things were messy. They are re-doing the airport. Nice thought. I ended up cramming down some awful Burger King sandwich and waiting for my flight to board.
Here comes the best part...are you ready for it?
As I'm waiting to board, a couple walking toward me looks awfully familiar. I realize quickly that it's Paula Deen and her husband, Michael.
She looked gorgeous and he looked handsome, but they also looked busy and as if hauling out a digital camera would not endear me to them...I knew M1 and my cousin, Debbie, would be mad at me if I did NOTHING.
So, as they moved nearer, I made eye contact with her and she with me. I smiled at her and very quietly said, "Hello, Paula Deen." She smiled and said, "Hi, honey, how're you?" I was GREAT. :) Kind of made it worth it (almost...sort of) to have had all the travel snafus.
M1 wants to write Paula a letter and tell her, "You saw my mom at the airport in Atlanta." I like the way she prioritized that. Not, "Mom saw YOU", but "You saw my Mom." She's a cute kid.
I'm feeling a slight pang of the pain I felt last night may be present again...that would NOT be good.