1. Packing was a somewhat stressful experience. For a while, I did the age old dance of adding some things to my bags, and weighing them, and taking stuff out, rearranging, reweighing, and deciding which items were really superfluous (I am an English teacher, remember?!). I could not come up with an arrangement where my bags were both full of everything that I wanted, and underweight. So, to the Internet I turned to check out the fee situation. Only a lump fee of $50 whether your bag is 1 pound over or 20 pounds over? I can do that. So, the plan was to over pack one bag, and have that be overweight, and another that was underweight. Such a good plan! However, my efforts were bested by the weight of my stuff, and both bags ended up being overweight. I knew it, and the woman checking me in knew it. I held my breath for a moment, she handed over my boarding pass, and I was on my way! I did not get charged one penny. “You should have packed more stuff!” said my mom as my already bursting bags rolled away on the conveyor belt. Something tells me that I have enough stuff. Who am I kidding? You can never have enough stuff.
2. Security. Yikes! I went through a terminal that must deal with the majority of the Asia bound flights, so most of the passengers around me were Asian. Like, I was the only blonde person in sight and I hadn’t even stepped off of the continent yet. So, with that came a majority of people with imperfect English, who were making the TSA agents, to say it gently, frustrated. (Some might call them RACIST, but that is an ugly word, right? No, they were definitely racist.) Apparently there are a lot of idiot passengers out today because no one was listening to the TSA orders. (They were not idiots, they did not speak English. But as we all know, speaking louder and slower to someone who does not speak your language should solve the problem RIGHT?!) But for me, the best part was when one particular TSA man kept trying out his limited Spanish to see if that helped. He was trying to tell one woman to take off her jacket, and when she didn’t get it, he just started shouting “CHAQUETA” at her. One guy didn’t put his laptop in its own tray, and he tried “LAPTOP SOLO.” When will people learn?
3. There is a kinder chocolate store in the airport. Fresh Bueno Bars will really go a long in easing my nerves. But really, at this point, who is nervous? Not me! That is what I keep telling myself anyway…
4. I see a cute Korean kid sitting across the way. MAYBE HE WILL BE IN MY CLASS.
5. The airline keeps making announcements in Korean, which I do not speak…YET. They are probably not that important…
Leave the cute Korean kids alone. Hands off!
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