I’m sitting on an Airtran plane at the Orlando airport waiting to depart for Atlanta. The plane was supposed to have left at 6; it’s now 7:45. Apparently the TSA (I don’t even know what those initials stand for except pain in the neck and other body parts) closed part of the airport because of a perceived security threat. The Orlando TSA is legendary for creating chaos over little to nothing- someone sneezed; someone rushing for his flight did not look American enough…and this time was no different. Needless closures resulting in countless delays and missed connections.
I paid more money than I wish to admit for this one way ticket to meet up with my son and daughter-in-law. They are in route from Chicago to Florida for the holiday week. They cajoled me into meeting them midway through their journey (ok maybe not exactly the midpoint) and road tripping the rest of the way with them and their two dogs. But first there will be food and shopping to share. We will be visiting the Bla Bla store, where they sell hand- knitted dolls, mobiles, and various other child friendly items. Maya Rose, my first granddaughter’s arrival is imminent and I want to share in as many baby focused activities as I’m allowed ( the fact that they in live in Chicago makes this goal harder to achieve. Thus the reason for my Sunday night travel plans. But Airtran you are breaking my heart here and gobbling up precious hours of connection. I have a feeling however, food will be in our future as will 7 hours of conversation and connection in route to orlando.