Several have asked about her funny story regarding her solo plane trip from KY to FL several weeks ago. I promised I'd include her journal entries in the blog, so here it is in her own words...... She's quite the writer in her own right, and journaled this on the plane ride.
Nov. 13, 2011
Lord have mercy! What an experience I have had today! Kenny, Dina and the boys and the whole family for that matter, will get a belly laugh out of my famed Florida trip to visit 2 weeks and 5 days, thanks to my loving son & daughter-in-law.
Bill and I arrived in Owensbora on time (about 1 1/2 hrs. before flight - thank goodness!) I had to pee so I go straight to the bathroom with my 2 carry on bags (bag and huge purse conveniently filled with my needed stuff.) I come out of the bathroom looking for Bill who had my other bag still in the car (I thought). He was going to park the car and bring it in. I'm still looking for Bill and I as I am I spot a piece of lone luggage sitting inside door to the second entrance. My Lord! it's mine - he had brought it in, left it there, and went on to park the car. I grabbed it up with my other precious items and luggage as I spot Bill strolling into the building! Now I proceed to the line where all are emptying the little gray boxes to be checked. I'm concerned at how much of my stuff will go back with Bill. One elderly man ahead of me falls flat upon his butt as he tries to take his shoes off for inspection. Finally - its my turn. I unload all my lovely belongings along with shoes and luggage that I hope will pass inspection, all the while, holding in my clutches my itinerary that Michelle had gotten off the internet. I go through the little lit doorway with Miss "It Better Be Right" standing there edging me onward. She says do you have your ID (Driver's License or passport). I hand her my drivers license after fishing it out of the little gray box which holds the huge bag I brought. She says, "where is your book pass" or something like that. I assure her it is in her hand with my ID. "No, that is your itinerary only, you have to gather all your bags and go back up front an get your pass." No problem! The attendant gathers all my precious stuff and I head back up to the desk after handing Bill my bags, etc. I am barefoot by the way as my shoes are still in the little gray box. I go to the desk, get pass and start to the back of the line when they so kindly escort me to the front of the line since they see my embarrassment and confusion all combined with frustration at how stupid I look - barefoot and all! Now I'm in line and the kind man that inspects the bags coming through looks at my carry on and says, "Oh, but that bag will never fit the overhead. It is way too fat (like me, I'm thinking to myself!). In my constant humiliation I look at him and say, "you have got to be kidding me." Although I had wondered myself about it. I did weigh it at home and it was under the weight limit but still not acceptable. Now I must take everything back to the desk and have my bag go on the plane with other luggage. How much I ask, and by this tie I'm thinking, "Florida and my son will not be getting a visit from me. The young man plus everyone else in the airport by now sees my humiliation waning into a "oh well, who cares attitude!"- still barefooted as any Florida girl could be. The young man says "no charge", and I'm thinking, thank you Lord, since I didn't have the money to pay for a bag to go on that way. So now, I have 2 bags and I head back to the other desk, the man who knows me well by now is waiting. He gets me ahead of a lady who like everyone else, knows me and my routine of stupid. Finally, I let my stuff go through thinking, "Lord, please not anything else or I will go back home." Miss "Better Be Right" lets me through and I turn to see Bill standing behind the lines waiting to see if I can actually board this flight. He can't cross the line and I can't go to him to give him a good-bye hug or kiss so we just wave and I'm left to hopefully find a seat and wait for the plane to start boarding. By this tie, a half a dozen people or so are asking with a grin of amusement, "well, you finally got through?" All being very genteel and kind. I will say, except for the Miss "Better Be Right" (and she was really not that bad after all- I was a little stupid anyway), all the attendants were wonderfully accommodating and friendly. Thank God! Or I would have been a disaster. Now I'm waiting to board thinking, "did I zip my luggageback (on my fat bag)
Thank you Lord for the humor and for Kenny's thoughtful prayer it was surely needed and heard!
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