I keep telling myself that I aint gonna do this anymore, that no woman in her right fricking mind would drag over a hundred pounds of tools, spares, and luggage through airports while wearing heels and a skirt. Then the next trip comes up and I have the chance to me for a few hours, and off I go!
I’ve never made it a secret that my voice does me no favors, so you wont be surprised to hear that when the parking shuttle bus driver asked the entire bus load of people which airlines they needed, I kept quiet at first, hoping that someone else would speak up and call out my airline so that I wouldn’t have to. Nope, apparently I was the only one on the bus taking American Airlines, so yeah, I had to yell it rather loudly. I'd swear that every head on the bus turned my way . . .
If you fly often enough, at some point you will hear the pilots going through their pre-flight checks. Somewhere in this process, you will often hear a artificial voice saying “Pull up . . . Pull up!” Presumably this is testing some sort of "you are about to crash into the ground and die" warning system. Anyway, as I was boarding the teeny tiny plane from DFW to Peoria IL the pilots were both standing at the door greeting passengers, and shortly after I walked by them I hear one of them laughingly tell the other “Pull up, pull up!” I couldn’t decide if I should laugh or be offended. . .