now playing: your song - ellie goulding
Airports are the best.
They're also completely & utterly stressful.
Lemme give you the lowdown.
Those speedy jets get me from Salt Lake City to Charlotte in 4-5 hours. Bazinga!
People watching. An airport is like a gold mine for people watching. Seriously. No matter where you're coming from or where you're going, there are always freakin' weird people to watch. It makes flying standby less irritating.
I have a
nonexistent legitimate excuse to get hot chocolate. I mean, I feel like getting a cuppa joe is implied with travel. But this chicka doesn't drink coffee. And hot chocolate is wayyyy better. (Side note: I accidentally tried coffee one time. It was even mixed with hot chocolate and I almost puked. Nasty stuff, y'all.)
Standby. For those of you unfamiliar with the world of flying standby, please do me the honor of explaining. You don't buy a ticket. You have some sort of a connection to an airline (for example, Papa Baker is a pilot). You show up for the flight, not knowing whether there is a seat for you or not. Enough extra seats = up, up, & away! If not, whelp, you're out of luck. You have to wait for the next flight. That, my friends, is standby 101. Naturally, it can be stressful.
Yeah. That's pretty much the only con of flying I can think of.
(Besides variables beyond your control like screaming babies & layovers.)
So long waits at airports = awkward selfies & One Tree Hill marathons.
So, hopefully I should be back in Charlotte by tomorrow morning! Let's cross all fingers, toesies, arms, legs, and any other appendages.
If I don't get on the flight, I'll be spending the night at the good ol' airport.
Which would not be as fun as sleeping in my own bed.
Ya feel me?
Peace & Blessins