Princess Rosebud’s Brief Adventure

“Shut up, shut up, shut UP!”

This is directed to the ultra-loud professional in the euro-style suit leaning on his rolling suitcase about six inches from my seat.

“Guess what, MISTER METRO, I  don’t need to know the details of your previous important meeting and how that will impact your next even more important meeting.”

NO, I DO NOT.

I am NOT impressed.

THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.

(It revolves around ME.)

I’m at the airport.

I’ve been here for hours, waiting for a 5:15 p.m. flight.

For me, travelling alone is SO stressful, even though I’m anally organized, that it’s really no fun at all.

I’ve called my tugboat man several times already.

“What time should I leave for the airport?”
“How much cash should I bring?”
“Should I leave a light on inside the house?”
“How much should I tip the guy who drives the shuttle?”

In answer to his question about how I’m getting from the airport to my son’s home…

“Yes, he’s picking me up, and we’re taking BART and then walking.”

Look at all my crap stuff for two days.  HAHAHAHAHA

airport

Quinoa-Protein Bars, Brownies, Oatmeal Raisin Cookies — as well as assorted food items like lentils ( I know, I know, they most likely stock lentils in San Francisco), a variety of teas, my own French Roast coffee, and wasabi seaweed snacks.

Like ten pounds of food.

I am aware that I packed WAY TOO MANY outfits, and I know there are clothing stores in walking distance, but I have an irrational fear of not having the RIGHT OUTFIT for any proposed activity.

Even though we’re probably just going hiking in a local canyon so I can look for coyotes, and I’ll be spending a certain amount of time cleaning their house (like I always do), I like to be prepared. That’s why I brought my own yellow rubber gloves. For reals.

Security was HELL. I got “randomly” selected to go to secondary. They were concerned about my cell phone or something. Like have they never seen a phone that is NOT a smart phone? Geez. So they tested it a few more times and finally released me.

Good to know I’m not a threat.

Two more hours…

A lady sat down next to me eating something that smells so GROSS.

I need a drink.

 

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19 thoughts on “Princess Rosebud’s Brief Adventure

  1. “I know, I know, they most likely stock lentils in San Francisco”

    I would think, other than Seattle and Portland, that lentils would be a given in that city for sure 🙂

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  2. I once took a ham to my uncle on a plane…a whole ham; I probably would not try that today.
    BYOLentils! I just saw the above comment..like carrying coals to Newcastle, huh? Good luck getting back through with them unscathed.At least they aren’t something in a white powder form!

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