Up Up and Away!!

Happy Hans the Traveling Salesman and Laura the Vacation Jinx are off on yet another adventure.

I've mentioned in the past that most of my vacations turn into adventures, and not always good ones.

We are embarking on a family reunion that will start in Amsterdam, veer off to Trier, Germany, and end in Geneva, Switzerland.

This is a family reunion, Hans style.

My family reunion's are of the 'who's bringing the three bean salad,' theme.

Anyway I'm very happy that we got an early start because when we got to the airport we found out our flight was an hour earlier than expected.

A certain someone (who shall remain nameless) got a flight update last night, via email, and mis-read our new itinerary. (I have no idea how this man survived before he met me!)

We also decided to check our bags this time. We hope that since we have a five hour layover it will give the airport plenty of time to move our bags from one plane to another.

We hope.

I've only suffered through two weird people so far (I still have 4 hours to go though). The first was when we were trying to check our bags and get our boarding passes. Honest to God, the guy behind us wove between us and our luggage, and literally had his nose pressed to the monitor that the man in front of us was using. The man in front of us very politely told him to wait his turn. No problem, Old Weird One answered and then he did the same thing to us. No amount of body blocking could budge him.

I hope he doesn't try this in the cockpit.



We ran to security (my most favoritest place on earth) and while I was stripping myself of my shoes etc... I noticed that the long stainless steel table that our binned belongings travel along before being eaten by the X-ray machine was empty, and the man in front of me was standing still and doing nothing.

He was just standing there.

Oh, I'm sorry, he wasn't just standing there! He was texting, or tweeting, or whatever the hell some people feel the need to do while holding up an entire group of people at the airport security point.



If he was a pilot I hope I don't end up on his plane.





I be keepin' you posted!



(The final chapter of As the Stomach Turns is ready to go and will post while we're gone)