And another thing
Mar. 21st, 2025 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrRemember that traveling list I was talking about last week? Got another thing to add to it.
We got to the airport a little after 9:00 am, two hours ahead of our boarding time (I missed a flight once, back in the day, and have been obsessively early ever since). Called up our boarding passes on my phone, got out my driver's license to check our bags, turned to Denise to get hers...
Which wasn't there. Not in her belly pouch, not in her carry-on, not in a pocket--we checked twice. She must have taken out her ID carrier while packing, left it on the table.
The taxi had already left, and while I could check both bags on my ID, there was no way she could get through Security without hers.
So she called our cat sitter, who drove up to the house in jammies, searched all over her end of the table. And couldn't find it. Even texted us a photo in case she'd missed something. No luck.
So she drove out to the airport, picked up Denise--and her carry-on, as we had no assurance she'd be able to find it either. Took her home to search. I'm sitting in the lobby, trying to read my book, being distracted by the clock, creeping panic and the over-loud conversations of the Jehovah's Witnesses taking shifts out in the loading zone. I had just started to text Denise for an update when she called me. Found it on the floor under her chair. Apparently, the cat had knocked it off the table.
Guess he didn't want her to go.
She got back ten minutes later, we hustled through security, got to the gate as they were boarding Group 5--we were group 8, but they bumped us ahead when they saw Denise's cane. Or possibly the teddy bears. Collapsed into our seats and flew away.
We got to the airport a little after 9:00 am, two hours ahead of our boarding time (I missed a flight once, back in the day, and have been obsessively early ever since). Called up our boarding passes on my phone, got out my driver's license to check our bags, turned to Denise to get hers...
Which wasn't there. Not in her belly pouch, not in her carry-on, not in a pocket--we checked twice. She must have taken out her ID carrier while packing, left it on the table.
The taxi had already left, and while I could check both bags on my ID, there was no way she could get through Security without hers.
So she called our cat sitter, who drove up to the house in jammies, searched all over her end of the table. And couldn't find it. Even texted us a photo in case she'd missed something. No luck.
So she drove out to the airport, picked up Denise--and her carry-on, as we had no assurance she'd be able to find it either. Took her home to search. I'm sitting in the lobby, trying to read my book, being distracted by the clock, creeping panic and the over-loud conversations of the Jehovah's Witnesses taking shifts out in the loading zone. I had just started to text Denise for an update when she called me. Found it on the floor under her chair. Apparently, the cat had knocked it off the table.
Guess he didn't want her to go.
She got back ten minutes later, we hustled through security, got to the gate as they were boarding Group 5--we were group 8, but they bumped us ahead when they saw Denise's cane. Or possibly the teddy bears. Collapsed into our seats and flew away.
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