I’m pretty sure the last time I flew was back in ’07. The time I ended up stuck in Atlanta for 22 hours and change.In fact, now that I think about it, that was family reunion….which I missed because I was in Atlanta. That whole deal turned me off of flying. But since L.A. is a bit of a hike from Huntsville, flying it is.
The point is I’m sitting in the Huntsville airport on my way to L.A. and I’m early and the securtiy folks were making fun of me because I kept forgetting to put stuff through the scanner. I’m surprised I didn’t end up getting “patted down.” I had a nightmare about that when I was in Arkansas.
There’s a guy to my left who won’t quit staring at me. It’s rather disconcerting. I don’t think this has ever happened to me. I have conflicting emotions about it. On one hand I want to hollar at him, “What?” and then on the other hand I want to move. I’ll show him. I’ll just sit here and ignore him and hope he didn’t get a butcher knife through security and decides I resemble something he’d use a butcher knife on. Cause that would suck.
So for right now, I’m stuck at the airport with strange people who keep staring at my the stickers on my laptop. Personally, I don’t think “Camping: It’s a Valid Strategy” is that odd. Right? Just agree with me.
And someone go get me some coffee.
Truth be told, if someone really did show up with a cup of coffee cause you’re in the Huntsville airport and read this, it would freak me out. So never mind, I’ll get my own coffee.