I’m en route to Nebraska. Actually, I’m hanging out at the airport — recovering from my taxi ride — while I wait for the first of two flights to board. I’m not kidding.
Okay, so I don’t make the best of backseat drivers (or riders) but PLEASE tell me why, oh why do taxi drivers need to drive so aggressively? And BUMPily?
*sigh*
You could say that I don’t travel well.
I am one to never fly without Dramamine in hand. I get the chewable formula, just in case there is no water available on the other side of security. Because heaven (and those TSA agents) forbid me to take more than 3 oz of fluid through the security gate. Seriously folks. This is getting really old quick.
Yes, I *am* being a Drama Queen. What else do I have to do while I wait? I sure hope the crowd in Denver is more talkative.
Speaking of Denver…
- Please say your prayers that the skies allow for a smoother than usual decent.
- While you’re at it, please pray that the pilot does not drive like this morning’s taxi driver.
- AND… that the barf-bags in my seat have not been taken or used as someone’s trash bag.
Well, I must go now. I have to pee. You know, ‘cuz I’m hydrating. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.
*BIG sigh*
You might also say a prayer that the seatbelt sign has been turned off for the majority of my trip.