Fri, 2014-06-13 05:00 News Staff
By Renae Brumbaugh
I flew on an airplane this week. Have I mentionedairports aren’t my favorite place to be? First, the shuttle dropped us off at the wrong entrance, and we had to walk, suitcases in tote, to the next entrance. Outside. Through puddles of goo.When we finally got to the correct entrance, we had to carry our suitcases up several of those alligator-escalator things. I don’t like those. I always feel like they’ll bite my toes off. Then we stood in a sardine-like line just to check in our luggage. After that, the security people frisked me down and took my fingerprints because apparently my blue jeans were too blingy, and the bling showed up in the metal detector.
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