Being early to town for our flight, we decided to hit up Apple Bees for a beer. Figured the help to make us a little more sleepy would turn out to be beneficial considering we were on a red eye. Later we found out this may have had no beneficial results for either of us.
Just shy of midnight we called a cab to get us to the airport on time. We get picked up my the cab driver I'd like to call, Melissa McCarthy. "Melissa" was all dolled up in her leather jacket with her leather cap, reminding me oh so close to the movie, The Heat. It was "Melissa's" birthday, and we were her first ride of the night. Would should had known things where array when we watched a car run through a red light, and s tiny line at the U.S. Airways counter.
Once in the airport, I knew I was only a few minutes away from getting Warren through to security and the fun of our vacation could start. He hates the whole check in, check your bags, stand in line, take off your clothes, get scanned, get patted down, the get redressed process. I don't so much care, in fact I still laugh about the time I was in Hawaii and was selected for the random scan and pat down while I was wearing very little clothing....Like I had a place to hide anything when I was nearly hiding my butt and boobs.
However, this wasn't going to be that easy. We go to the kiosk and get our tickets. We head to the counter to check our bags and BAM....Warren has no seat on the plane. The lady, who was very nice, explained that they will ask for volunteers to give up the seat since they are over booked. If a volunteer comes up he will get that seat....if not, they will pay him $1,300 and he'll catch the next plane.........twelve hours later. Out of concern, I asked her, "so am I just expected to travel alone? To show up in Vegas with our first night hotel room under his name?" She said yes, unless I'd give up my seat for standby looking to go....I didn't bring my big girl panties to just show up to Vegas alone, let alone my chastity belt to ensure no one tried anything fishy either. As my oldest sister would say...this could be my chance to make a name for myself as a dancer...since she tried to convince my family that I moved to Alaska to hid my profession.
Now to me, it boggles my mind that after all these years of airplane companies being in business and successful......they don't know how many god damn seats are on the plane so they don't over book? Anyway, we crossed our fingers and figured if there was ever a great time to wish for luck...starting this trip off lucky would be amazing.
2 minutes to til plane leaves, Warren got a seat and the lesson of ALWAYS check in online when you can learned, we scarred down the tarmac and were the last two on the plane. Of course this meant the push and shove to find a place for our carry on and that we both had shitty middle seats
and that will lead me to the next chapter....The plane
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