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airport love + a wheelchair

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most unfortunate airport moment: when my right leg fell asleep in the middle of the airport, while hurriedly lugging 2 mammoth bags. i was a living domino effect. my leg crumbled… then my body… then my handbag… then the pully bag.

some theme song needed to be playing over the loud speakers. dramatic. slightly tragic. something you hear when a patient is at life’s edge on a doctor’s show.

i heard giggles from nearby seats.

they continued as i regained my dignity and stood. it was then that i realized the pully on my pully bag had broken. and that, my friends, makes for an awkward exit. i ended up nabbing a vacant wheelchair to push mr. unpully to my gate.

oh, the glares i got for that.

what’s your airport story?

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Written by Mackenzie Rollins

July 19, 2008 at 12:27 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. if it happened to you on monday, then the theme music could be: manic monday by the bangles 🙂

    it’s just another manic monday,
    i wish it was sunday,
    cause that’s my funday,
    my i don’t have to runday,
    it’s just another manic monday.

    my airport story? quite frustrating. it actually happened at seatac. andi and i were flying to spokane. the two of us together had only one suitcase that happened to be 1 pound overweight. the lady at the desk insisted that we either pay a fee or make the suitcase lighter, even though we only had one suitcase. we decided to save $75 and take out a few things. well, as expected, the first few items, like a jack in a box, popped out of the suitcase the moment i opened it. and you guessed right, it was dirty underwear. people around us pretended they did not see it, but i know that the whole entire airport saw that i wear blue checkered boxers – and now the whole world knows.

    arpi

    July 19, 2008 at 11:59 pm

  2. At the age of 8 and 11 my brother and i were accompanying my parents on a trip across country. We flew standby growing up due to my Dad’s affiliation with the airlines. The understanding that we would probably end up spending hours upon hours in the airport waiting for that coveted seat to open up was ingrained in me from a very early age so the fact that this return home took 11 hours was no real shock. Many times that meant Dad would catch an earlier flight and get things ready to pick us up on the home front while mom followed in tow with the kiddos, which is what happened on this trip . Mom was usually quite divinely gifted at maintaining patience during these long and agonizing stints of screaming, bickering, pantsing, name calling, crying and the occasional biting episode – but was apparently at the end of her rope this particular trip. Among our talents was the annoying ability to time steps perfectly to land squarely on the back of her sandals and, if super on our game – her heels, while moving from one gate to another. This would absolutely send her entertainingly through the roof, as any traveler or individual with pain reflex can identify with. About 8 hours into our saga, mom felt the familiarly painful twinge of shoe tread grating down her Achilles. Jabbing her elbow back she screamed, “WALK ON YOUR OWN FEET!” sending a two year old toddling baby girl laced in pink frill flying through the air and eventually sprawling face down in spilled milk from her pancaked sippy cup. Her very large, very mafia-ish father quickly swooped in to remedy the situation as mom all but crawled after trying like a champ to excuse her behavior by saying “Im so sorry! I thought she was one of my children! I thought she was one of mine!” – whereas he responded, “Oh yeah? Do they have any teeth?!”

    Needless to say, that sealed the success of the trip for Stewie and Myself . . . Viva la Standby…

    iloveyou

    iseethemoon

    July 20, 2008 at 11:15 am

  3. I have Bell’s Palsy and enjoy your blog very much. First time I’ve commented, but have been reading here and there.
    Great blog. I enjoy reading it every chance I get and value your opinions!

    Disabled Chat

    July 24, 2008 at 12:50 pm


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