So I know that I said I probably wouldn't write for a while, but I was at the airport today, and airports are either really exciting, or super doper boring. Luckily I was there on a reasonably exiting day. As I locked up my apartment and went to meet the taxi, I heard a popping noise, and realised that the zipper on my oldest and most comfortable pair of jeans had finally given out. With only a couple of minutes to spare, I had to rush back inside, dig through my suitcase to find my other pair of jeans, hop around to get them on properly, stick my boots on again and run up to leave my landlords easter present in their mailbox (I really hope it doesn't rain,) and finished just as the taxi pulled up.
Once I made the train, there was no room for me to stand in the door carriage, and so I made the stupid decision to try to get downstairs. My bag has a gimpy wheel, so its really hard to push along, and the bottom carriage was packed. Once I finally made an empty seat, I couldn't fit the bag between my seat and the seat in front. In the end a nice man lifted it up and over the arm rail for me. I think he was just sick of having to stand behind me as I fumbled around. On the way out, my determination was the only thing that saved me from repeating my traffic clogging stupidity, and after a 45 minute wait in the check in line, I finally managed to get rid of that stupid bag.
As I passed through security, I thought that I made the metal detector beep, and so I stood there looking suspicious as I waited for the security guard to call me back through. When he didn't, I asked if I had to go back through, and he told me to relax, it wasn't me. I feel like he then felt he should have asked me to go back through just because I was acting so weird. This was added to by the fact that I am always explosive tested at the airport, and when I wasn't this time, I slunk by with an odd smirk on my face asking if it was really true, and this must have made it look like I had something to hide. Let's just say that I am surprised made it on the plane without being crash tackled by the federal police.
I stopped off for a Boost Juice on my way to the gate, and I was greeted by a lady in the most colourful attire I had ever seen. I noticed her from the feet up, and so I began my impression with her pink and yellow peep toe heels adorned with bows, fastened over mismatched fluro socks. This was then topped with a multi-coloured flared flamenco skirt, and a shirt that I can't even explain. She also had a bandana over her pink and purple mermaid hair. I was then served my boost before her (when she had been there first,) and she suddenly went from being the happiest looking person had seen in a long time, to someone who may be capable of murder. I smiled as pacifyingly as I could and legged it to the gate.
I made it home without any further large mishaps (finding yourself asleep on the plane with your mouth open is normal right?) and have been reunited with my Just Dance, which was just as wonderful as I had dreamed, had my mums homemade lasagne, and am now watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs. It may not be super exciting, but it's home.
Xx, Little Duck
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