So, I’m at the airport and I have about an hour before our flight leaves. The evil bookstore here in the airport DOES NOT HAVE the new Artemis Fowl book that’s out today (infuriatingly), so I figured I would use the time to tell you a story about how I am a terrorist. (Calm yourselves. I’m not actually a terrorist. For one, I’m way too white to be a terrorist. Also too fifteen and too Catholic. Moving on.)
[Quick note before I move on: the woman next to me at the airport is reading 50 Shades of Grey. *kills things* Also note that the evil bookstore had about 5,000 copies of that, but not one Artemis Fowl book. LOGIC CHECK PLEASE.]
Anyway: let’s set the scene. In the foyer of my house this morning. It’s raining outside, we have all our luggage by the front door, and Dad is running through some pre-flight checks.
He asks, “Do you have any weapons in your bags?”
Brother makes a joke about a gun. I remember my pocketknife. “Oh!” I say. “I have a pocketknife in my purse I need to take out.” Dad tells me to put it in my checked luggage, but I tell him I don’t need it so I’ll just leave it at home. Stupidly, I decide to run to the bathroom before taking it out. I promptly forget about it.
Cut to: airport security.
I’m sure you can see where this is going. I got busted for having a knife in my purse and Dad had to carry it out to the car while we waited by the security. It took him ten minutes to go out to the car, come back, and go through security again. The whole time I was just waiting for him to get through and chew me out, but thank goodness my father is nothing like my mother. If I’d been with Mom, I’d still be hearing about it as I write this. (Which reminds me: those of you who know me IRL and also know my mother – NOT ONE WORD OF THIS TO HER. NOT. ONE. WORD. She will flip out.)
Anyway, I think I might go on an adventure through the airport in search of an alternative to the evil bookstore. (Or I’ll just wait until we get to Florida. *sigh*) Have a great day! Expect a post tomorrow – last night I could hardly sleep, I was so bombarded with blog post ideas.
I was thinking about doing BEDA (Blog Every Day August) in, obviously, August. What do y’all think?
Pray for me that the rest of this trip is uneventful! 😛