Here a blip, there a blip, everywhere a blip, blip.....
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The day has finally arrived. I have been looking forward to this trip ever since Margo surprised me with in for Christmas. I was up at about . We planned to be on our way to the airport at . 35 minutes is enough time for me to get up and ready. Margo has the harder job of finishing the packing, so she was up before .
On our trips we have fallen into certain routines and responsibilities.
This trip differed in that Margo took care of most everything. It was my Christmas present, so I tried not to feel too guilty. We were about 5 minutes late leaving and then had to turn around to retrieve my camera. So we were about 15 minutes behind schedule. Unless security was a bear, this would not be a problem. My daughter Jessi, and her boyfriend, Pete, took us to the airport. Neither are morning people so this was quite the sacrifice. Jessi was still in her pajamas, with slippers, and she brought along her new puppy, Enzo.
I had checked us in on line, so all we had to do was get a luggage tag. That went smoothly, and soon we were on are way to security. We had a blip here. Margo sailed right through. She was wearing enough jewelry to embarrass Sammy Davis Jr., but neither this time nor any time in the past has she set off the metal detector. I am usually afforded the same accord, but not today. BLEEEEEEEP! I patted my self down real quick, feeling I must have missed something. I had already taken off my belt, shoes, watch, and stuffed my wallet and inhaler into a shoe. I had even toss my half roll of Tums, even though I was pretty sure calcium was not supposed to register. But, either the zipper to my shorts or my artificial hip set it off. I had my hip replaced, at age 35, in 1998. It never sets off the airport’s security devices. Only the metal detector at the Gateway Arch in
I spared Margo the details, but she did point out all of jewelry and reaffirmed that she never sets off the detectors. Oh, well. At least we had time to get something to eat. We picked up something at a sandwich shop and headed over to our gate to sit down and eat. But, when we got there we immediately noticed that something was wrong. The gate should have hd our flight number and destination. Instead the plane next departing was heading east. Not a biggie. We just checked the Departure board and found the right gate. It was far enough away, where now we would be eating on the plane. At least that would shorten the flight a bit.
As we sat down, Margo cell phone rang. Almost never a good thing, on your first hours of vacation. It wasn’t. Jessi and Pete had stopped at a grocery store on the way home, and had just managed to lock the keys in the car. Jessi wanted to know where Margo’s spare set was. They were in her purse. Luckily, I leave my keys at home when I travel, because I don’t need them. Unfortunately they had about a mile to walk to get home. But, about twenty minutes or so later we heard that all had worked out, in pajamas and with the puppy. I really hoped this would be the last blip of the day.
It was. We boarded without incident and a bit less than two hours later we touched down at