People of the Airport
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I love early morning flights. It's the one time you are excited to wake up at 4:30 in the morning, get ready, and go. I am not a good flyer, I get nervous and shaky but that is nothing the people of the airport can't fix.
It's no shock that we roll out of these winter months hitting the ground running. The one thing that always cheers me up is a shiny new plane ticket to anywhere in the world.
A few weeks ago after a night of wine therapy Bella decided it was a great idea to buy plane tickets to visit her family in Denver, Colorado. I obviously agreed. The following morning I complimented Bella on her ability to purchase two plane tickets under the influence with no mistakes while I have a track record of messing up bookings after having a glass of water. She replies with: "Yeah, I spelled your name wrong."
So I am currently sitting on a plane to Denver, Colorado as Brittant.
It is a major process getting to your gate. There is security, where they say they check your I.D. but I'm skeptical. There is the lady who thinks she is funny cracking jokes with the security guards at 5a.m.-- I'm pretty sure they pulled her for a random suitcase check to make her life more difficult. There are families trying to heard their children through the lines. And last but not least, you have your salty airport staff.
The staff see thousands of people a day, half of which probably have eight kids, three strollers, a grandma in a wheelchair and five Star Wars rolling suitcases the kids demand on pulling themselves. So I will give them the benefit of the doubt when they yell at me to put my sleeves down or take my jewelry off. Maybe.
Once through security you officially join the rush of people standing in line way too close to each other because the closer you stand the faster the line will go, right? All I need is a cup of coffee to be awake enough to board.
Now, we live in Florida, so when they call "women with children and strollers" or "family boarding" that might as well be the whole damn plane. I am going to start a petition to board solo travelers first in the state of Florida. But of course, half the plane is there running over your toes with the strollers filled with screaming toddlers in Mickey ears.
My favorite thing about flying is the judgmental look the flight attendant gives when you order a cocktail on your 10 o'clock flight. I've been up since 4:30, it's 2pm to my body and I'm on vacation and it's Sunday, so I'll take a mimosa please!
At the end of the day some of the best stories that come from your travels come from the people at the airport. Good or bad all are pretty hysterical that bring a smile to your face. But nothing feels better than sitting, buckled in to an airplane seat. I have never seen the city of Denver and I cannot wait to explore. So I will sit through the eye rolls at security and the screaming babies any day of the week to go anywhere in the world.
