I have a friend Bev, in Morgantown, that has a house in Florida near Orlando. They use the house mostly for her husband’s workers that work in Florida during the winter. She goes down a few times a year and she coordinated her trip with mine this year. So along with spending time with my parents, I spent the weekend at her house … it was a fun, relaxing time. Then she and her son Bennet, traveled home with us on Wednesday.
The flight home was interesting … we were quite the entourage in the airport. My sister, Rosene has cerebral palsy and is in a wheelchair, Jonathan (age 12), Bev, Bennet (almost 2) and myself with my leg issues.
Even though we had more carry-on bags than we needed (how much is really needed for a 2 1/2 hour flight?) I still had to add a coffee from Starbucks to the mix. When leaving Philly, I only had to show my photo ID one time. The security officials at Tampa Airport are either more suspicious or more cautious because I had to show my ID to a million different officials at different checkpoints and each time I put it back into my wallet and then into my backpack purse and then put the purse back on my back, because I thought it would be the last time. So, yes each time they needed to see it I had to do the process all over again. While going through security we were taken in all different directions. Because you can’t trust anyone, my poor sister Rosene in a wheelchair always gets a total ‘pat-down’ by an officer (female). Bev and Bennet were taken to another area because of his stroller. Meanwhile Jon and I put everything, except ‘one layer of clothes on our backs’ in the generic gray tubs and then on the other side of the metal detectors we reassembled everything … put our sweatshirts back on, Jon takes his game boy and CD player, each in their own carrying case, I put my backpack purse on (for the zillionth time) Jon gets his backpack, I take the camera case, Jon takes the tote bag, I get Rosene’s tote bag and of course, my cup of coffee. During the last time I had to show my ID, I set the coffee down and there was a connection between a toy and my cup, and that wonderful, slightly sweetened, with a shake or two of cinnamon, just-right cup of Starbucks coffee is now decorating the carpet at the Tampa airport 🙁
Announcement … the plane is delayed …
Thankfully for only 15 minutes.
Bev gets nauseated while flying and I was having pain, slightly more than normal, but after each of us had fueled up on our medications of choice, we have a fairly peaceful and uneventful flight home after the circus at the airport. I even successfully complete a few Sudoku puzzles … don’t ask me why, but that is a satisfying sense of accomplishment.
Thankfully when we arrive in Philly, there is an electrical cart in the corridor and the driver cheerfully takes us and our ‘stuff’ almost to baggage and after a short walk, we are there and see Jerry already collecting our bags. Thank you God!