My husband and I have completely different styles of travel.
I check my luggage and never carry on anything but my purse. He hates to check luggage and carries on his computer, all his clothing, toiletries and enough food and water to tide him over on the off-chance that the plane must make an emergency landing on a deserted (and to date) undiscovered island for a minimum of two weeks.
He arrives at the airport approximately 6 hours ahead for a short domestic flight. I can no longer count the number of times my name has been called over the loud speaker at the airport urging me to RUN not walk to my gate.
He is always the first person on the plane. I am always the last.
I have never missed a flight. He once missed three flights in a row trying to get home for Christmas.
Now let me tell you a story about two travelers. Please keep in mind that this is purely a work of fiction and any similarity that you may find with reality is only in your head — especially if you think this story has anything to do with us!
After eighteen phone calls from her husband to make sure she was not late for her flight, was leaving plenty of time to check in, had packed enough of EVERYTHING and that there was no possibility of anything going wrong, Madame X arrived at the Tampa Airport to begin the first leg of a journey that would eventually end in Shanghai. While attempting to check her bag she was informed that her name was not listed. Upon further investigation it turns out that the ticket was for the NEXT DAY! Not only that, but the current day’s flight was fully booked!
Madame X immediately went to the ticket counter where she begged, pleaded, cried and offered various sexual favors to somehow get on that plane as she had to meet her husband in LAX and catch the midnight flight to China. Sexual favors were declined but good hard cash was accepted and she made it on the plane.
Upon arrival in the City of Angels and meeting up with Mister X, it was soon discovered that he had his dates wrong and the flight to China was for the following night.
Why tell this story? Because instead of being upset about the extra expense of additional airfare, hotel rooms and what-not, Mister X, like my husband, was so pleased to have his wife finally arrive at the airport with plenty of time to spare.
Madame and Mister X had a wonderful dinner at the beach, got a great night’s sleep and went to their favorite breakfast and coffee spot: Urth Café.
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Shanghai – Simply Gluten Free
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