We left right on time and made our way through Jack in The Box, the crunching of greasy tacos blended into the sound of traffic on the freeway as we made our way to the airport in record time, we found a parking spot right up front so the walk was short across the street to the terminals, I decided to use my cane since we would be making a short walk and for sure would not be going through security anyway, for those who have been here for a while remember Cindy’s run in with security in Why We Don’t Fly, well today would be my turn.
I emptied my pockets into the required basket, removed my boots and had my cane taken away and replaced with a bright orange one until I could get through security, Randy and Cindy were already through when my #8 OT Old Timer Pocketknife and my Nail Clippers an actual give away item from the old Fuller Brush Company were tagged as Weapons Of Mass Destruction and were immediately scheduled to be disposed of, OK now this ain’t happening I told them, heck we are just seeing him off can’t you just hold them for a little bit till I can say goodbye, Nope they will have to be disposed of, I pick up my things and put them back in my pocket, I am placing my boots back on and ask for my cane to be sent back to me, Randy is holding his hands up wanting to know what is happening, I tell him I have to go back downstairs because of my knife and clippers and I would either go back to the van or wait for his Mom downstairs, he says OK and walks back to the Plexiglas divider between the secure and non secure area and gives me a hug, you would have thought we had just robbed a bank because we had made contact between the areas and Randy was immediately removed from the secure area and directed back to the line going into the secure area, he then had to be rechecked, removing his pocket contents, boots the whole nine yards along with instruction to not make contact across the divider again.
|Waiting on the Plane|
By this time with all the walking we had done and me on a cane rather than my crutches my blood sugar had dropped to the point that I really needed to eat, Randy popped off that what we really needed after all of this was a beer and when my senses started coming back I was sitting at a table with Randy and Cindy eating a Schlotzskys Sandwich and drinking a draft beer that only cost me about thirty bucks the approximate cost of replacing my knife had I given it up, realistically I enjoyed the sandwich and beer with Randy a whole lot more than shopping for a replacement knife, I know beer for breakfast may not be a good thing for low blood sugar but it sure tasted good with that sandwich.
|Lunch at the airport|
|Cindy with Randy right before his plane left|