Saturday, July 24, 2010

Airport

As part of their summer vacation, my girls flew to spend three weeks with my parents.  This is the first time they have flown as unaccompanied minors (ages 9, 10), so I have been playing the part of the worried dad.

We packed everything we could find, including dolls, books and portable video games.  I'm pretty sure the kitchen sink is in one of the side pockets.  They've packed enough snacks for the passengers and crew and they're pretty well-behaved, so it's not them I'm worried about.  I just need the pilot and crew to do what they do.

We arrived at the airport with time to spare, but the check-in took longer than I thought.  Apparently, there was a networking glitch, because it looked like receipts and boarding passes were printing to random printers along the row.  Maybe there was a method to the madness, but to me it looked like three card monte, and it was my turn to guess which boarding pass was with my airline agent.

We got that sorted out, and headed to the gate.  I misread the boarding pass and ended up in the wrong wing of the airport.   The TSA agent checked our ID's the girls' boarding pass, and my pass, but still waved us through.  Even so, being the genius that I am, I didn't figure that out until after I had bought the girls some food and drink, and had trekked to the end of the terminal to the gate--the very last one.  It was empty.  Not even the ubiquitous sleeping traveler.

We headed back to the screening area and had to rescreen to get to the proper gate.  Remember the "no liquids" rule?  Remember that I bought my girls some drinks?  Ugh..

We finally get to the right gate, check in with the gate agent, and the girls have only minutes to spare before they're boarded.  As required, I stay in the gate area until the plane takes off, then go meet my wife, who is waiting right outside the security area.

We exit the airport, and trying to flee the 100+ degree heat, head to where we parked the truck. 

It's not there.  We look around.  We walk around--in the 100+ degree humid heat.  No luck.  Did it get stolen?!

Wait...  It's not that the truck's not here.  We're not there.  Remember that we were in the wrong wing of the terminal?  Yep!

We walk literally around the airport and finally make it to our truck.  Thankfully, it's not a large airport, and it made more sense to walk around it than take the long way inside.

We finish the evening with a trip to Schlotzky's and then some quiet time at Barnes and Noble.

Now, we are home and ready to party!!!

Or sleep, anyway.

2 comments:

Bob S. said...

Lawyer,

Don't buy the bull that only one person is allowed through to the gate with children.

That is a policy put in place by the airlines, not TSA.

As long as you receive a gate pass, not a boarding pass, and go through security; it's cool.

We've had 5 people at the gate to see off my Marine son and my wife and I both went through to see my 16 year old son off to his father's last year.

Lawyer said...

Bob,

Actually, my wife didn't want to go past security, so I didn't push it. She said she didn't know if she could handle watching the girls get on the plane by themselves.