Walnut Room this way

Walnut Room this way

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The things we do for love...and addiction

I am in DFW, waiting for the flight to Atlanta. It has been the comedy of errors since I stepped into the security line. It seems that the bins are loaded on one counter, and then the passenger must take 3 steps to place the bins on the rollers into the x-ray machine. Not very difficult, unless you are using a cane with one hand and trying to pick up a pan with a lap top with the other...and a pan with shoes...and a pan with your 311 bag of liquids...and your carry on...and your purse...and then have to hand them your cane. You just gotta love this place--of course they cannot help you, and yet, somewhere in some airport, someone who should not be getting on a plane is likely getting on one with something he should not be taking on a plane.

After locating my gate, I ambled down to find a coffee place and got a latte and a scone. The latte had a hole in the cup, and unbeknownst to me, the first sip sent coffee down the front of my shirt and all over my carry on. Frankly, it was just too much work to get back to the coffee shop with a carry on, a cup of coffee, a purse, and a cane, and I dumped the $8 worth in the nearest bin and then went to change shirts. Fortunately, I had another tank that also matched the skirt I am wearing, so at least I am not looking like a bag lady.

This flight to Atlanta is full. The gentleman next to me, who is also using a cane and thus struck up a camaraderie as my new best friend, is on his way to Italy. He has a cigarette (unlit) in his mouth--has to be ready for the smoking room when he lands in Atlanta. He hopes he has time before his flight to Italy. This guy does not seem like the kind of guy who would be going to Italy; he seems more like the kind of guy who would be riding one of the motorcycles (in a caravan of a couple of hundred) as we reached the metroplex.

Then there is the lady in the wheelchair in front of me, who has her little doggie in a baby carrier suspended around her neck. She has to keep her hands free for her cane--which is a lovely blue and purple--I should ask where she got it. I have been thinking of training Libby as my service dog--she loves to carry things around in her mouth. Perhaps I could train her to take the items from my hand to the security roller when I check in at the airport.

I wonder if she would have to go through the x-ray machine, or if she could just go through the gate with me? :)


Gigi said...

All I can say is at least they did not make you put your sense of humor in a bin and then confiscate it. :)

Suzassippi said...

So true! I must say it continued here in Atlanta. Walk, down the escaltor, take the train to another terminal, up the escaltor, and find my gate is the LAST gate in the terminal. lol I was glad I made the decision to take the longer layover as I would not have made the other connection!