I’ve been traveling a lot lately. And I don’t like it.
I’m not a good traveler in general; I get irritable and cranky with the long lines and delays, and since I’ve usually had to get up at some horrific time like 4 a.m. the lack of sleep doesn’t help. Nor does the lack of healthy food. Or good reading material. Basically, having to travel for work lacks a lot of things.
What it doesn’t lack is interesting experiences.
Like last month when I travelled to Dallas. I stepped off the plane and headed to the nearest restroom and entered a stall. There, floating in the toilet was a crisp -well I wouldn’t say crisp exactly- twenty dollar bill.
The toilet was, um, material-free, so-to-speak, meaning there was nothing, um, else in there, but ewww. I didn’t feel right about flushing it, but may I again say, ewww?
I stood there pondering what to do for a few minutes. I eventually decided to fish it out, figuring the minute I did people with TV cameras were going to jump out and tell me I was part of a reality TV show. They had probably been hiding in the next stall before I walked in, carefully planning this entire scenario.
“We’ve secretly put a $20 bill in the toilet. Let’s see what happens…”
Later Kevin and I discussed whether we would have fished it out had there been something, um, in the toilet, to which he said he’d go in regardless, to which I replied, “I don’t think I can be married to you anymore.”
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Other interesting experiences include arriving in Southern California while it was raining. Yes, raining. This, if you haven’t heard, is a VERY BIG DEAL.
Being from Portland I didn’t quite get what the problem was until I got in my rental car and realized everyone was driving like there was ice on the road instead of….water.
I arrived at the location of the training, and was met with shocked exclamations of, “I can’t believe you made it!” They had been wondering if they should cancel. Because of rain. I was sure I had misunderstood something so I asked what the big deal was. “It’s RAINING!” they exclaimed as they ran from the room.
So the next time I sit in the Long Beach airport -which can only be described as a string of sad little dilapidated mobile homes- and watch my fellow travelers descend upon the bar like a pack of refugees fighting to grab supplies that have just been dropped overhead from a plane, I’ll curse my plight because travel sucks.
But at least it’s always interesting.
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