Well, my time in Charleston is coming to an end, and without any blog worthy stories. We had a wonderful trip, and I considered for a moment, asking my parents to travel with me on a regular basis, (they are retired, you know), as they seemed to keep things “normal”. But then I realized, without crazy stories, this blog would have to die before it gets started, so I’ll continue to fly solo for now.
But, in honor of Charleston, I decided to drag a couple oldies but goodies out of storage from my previous time in South Carolina, to share with you. There were two that were both so good, I couldn’t choose, so you get a “two-fer”.
A couple years ago, I was traveling to SC on a regular basis. On one of these trips I had the pleasure of flying out of the Greenville airport. This airport is one of those airports that you can show up for your flight 30 min before it leaves and still be ok.
And one of those airports that does not have TSA pre-check.
So I find myself in the regular security line. With all those people who do not travel often. Directly in front of me are two such people, in the form of the Two Lovely Ladies.
These Two Lovely Ladies are possibly nervous about flying, and have quite obviously been spending quite a few hours at the one and only airport bar. And have been knocking back quite a few adult libations.
In fact, I would have hazarded a guess that their actual flight may have left several days before, and they forgot to get on it and just continued to drink. Needless to say, here they were now. Well hydrated. In the security line. In front of me.
Both of these Lovely Ladies, in addition to the strong alcoholic cloud, were toting very large bags through said security line.
Now, despite all of these factors, I really was not paying much attention to The Lovely Ladies. Until they decided to start unpacking their bags.
In the middle of the security line.
Anyone who travels on a regular basis, or for that matter, has even taken a flight even once in your life, knows this is not how things are done.
All the business travelers lucky enough to be in this security line, at this moment, are all exchanging glances and secretly fuming that this is going to ruin their personal best time of 1 min and 37 seconds to clear security.
Suddenly, Lovely Lady #1 swings around to me, gives me a quick once over and says,
“You look like you travel quite a bit”
Me: “Ummm…. Yes. A bit”
Lovely Lady #1 shoves a gallon sized bottle of perfume under my nose and says,
“Do you think they’ll let this through?”
Me: “Ummm… I’m pretty sure it needs to be 3 ounces or less”
Now Lovely Lady #2 spins around to me, holding her own gallon jar of perfume.
“Mine’s only half full. Do you think that will be ok?”
Now, I’m quickly doing math in my head, and I’m pretty sure half a gallon is still over 3 ounces, so I say,
“Ummm…. No. I still think that’s too big”
This causes the Two Lovely Ladies to hold a quick sidebar, which I, unfortunately, cannot hear. But they must decide to chance it, because suddenly everything is off the floor, back in the large bags, and we are continuing to move forward.
I assume all is well, and the worst is over.
Until we get within one person of the belt.
And the body scanner.
Suddenly, Lovely Lady #1 whirls back to face me, points at the body scanner, and says,
“Do we all have to go through that?”
Me: “Ummm… Yes”
Let me pause for a moment here to state that both our Lovely Ladies are clad in nearly identical, somewhat skimpy, sundresses and flip flops.
Lovely Lady #1 throws a rather apprehensive glance at the scanner, then turns back to me and says in a very loud stage whisper,
“But I’m not wearing any underwear!”
I blinked at her for a second or two, then I just couldn’t resist.
Me: ” I don’t think it matters. It has X-ray vision”
Somehow both our Lovely Ladies made it through security.
Their perfume bottles were not so lucky.
Stay tuned tomorrow for the second of the Souh Carolina memoirs.