I have had this trip planned for about six months. I have wanted to see Mardi Gras and this was the year. So the day before T2 and I went had our nails doneand then I came back and packed.
Our flight was set for 5:30, so we had to leave at 3:45, my alarm went off at 3:30, and I jumped up got Ted up and did my bathroom stuff. Getting out of the bathroom I was assailed by a strong skunk odor. Shit I thought The small dog is out there. So I called her, but then realized she was on the rubbing her skunkky body all over our bed. I got her off the bed without touching her but was gagging at the smell. I put her in the kennel, then thought better of it and put her in the garage. T2 came running through the room and I said the dog got skunked. Without stopping she ran up the stairs saying I know.
My eyes were bleeding skunk, and I couldn't find my glasses. So I yelled and hollered and screamed for someone to come help me find my glasses. Surprisingly no one came. We were way past the 3:45 mark to get to the airport on time, and I couldn't go because I had no glasses. Finally TH called down asking if I was going through the garage. I said no I was looking for my glasses could he come help me. I finally checked my bag and they were in there, so I zipped up my suitcase and ran out the door.
As we got closer to the freeway I realized that I forgot my rain jacket that was sitting by the door, along with my soup. Ted offered to go back, but I am like what, it's 4:05 and I wanted to get there at 4 so no we are not going back.
So as I sat in the car I reeked of skunk, it was in my hair, my clothes, my mouth, it was horrible. I sniffed TH coat and it didn't smell as bad as mine so I made him take it off and give it to me.
We were 1.5 miles away from the airport and traffick came to a screeching halt. An accident at 4:00 in the morning? How is that for luck? I have never missed a plane, and I wasn't worried about missing the plane I was worried about checking my bags. I had my product in the bag and if I didn't get it checked I wouldn't be able to eat for the week. I was really starting to panic as we got closer to that point in time when they won't check your bag. But we got there at 4:30, and we got through everything by 4:35.
It was at that time T2 disowned me. She told me they wouldn't let me on the plane, that I should go into the bathroom and wash my clothes, maybe the hand dryer would get them dry, she went and tried to get another seat so she wouldn't have to sit next to me. She asked me to go stand in the hall, and we got in the plane she told me to throw a blanket around me to try and mask the smell.
Only about five people moved away from me, and one guy stopped eating, but the rest of the plane ride was pretty uneventful.
Tomorrow - New Orleans
Our flight was set for 5:30, so we had to leave at 3:45, my alarm went off at 3:30, and I jumped up got Ted up and did my bathroom stuff. Getting out of the bathroom I was assailed by a strong skunk odor. Shit I thought The small dog is out there. So I called her, but then realized she was on the rubbing her skunkky body all over our bed. I got her off the bed without touching her but was gagging at the smell. I put her in the kennel, then thought better of it and put her in the garage. T2 came running through the room and I said the dog got skunked. Without stopping she ran up the stairs saying I know.
My eyes were bleeding skunk, and I couldn't find my glasses. So I yelled and hollered and screamed for someone to come help me find my glasses. Surprisingly no one came. We were way past the 3:45 mark to get to the airport on time, and I couldn't go because I had no glasses. Finally TH called down asking if I was going through the garage. I said no I was looking for my glasses could he come help me. I finally checked my bag and they were in there, so I zipped up my suitcase and ran out the door.
As we got closer to the freeway I realized that I forgot my rain jacket that was sitting by the door, along with my soup. Ted offered to go back, but I am like what, it's 4:05 and I wanted to get there at 4 so no we are not going back.
So as I sat in the car I reeked of skunk, it was in my hair, my clothes, my mouth, it was horrible. I sniffed TH coat and it didn't smell as bad as mine so I made him take it off and give it to me.
We were 1.5 miles away from the airport and traffick came to a screeching halt. An accident at 4:00 in the morning? How is that for luck? I have never missed a plane, and I wasn't worried about missing the plane I was worried about checking my bags. I had my product in the bag and if I didn't get it checked I wouldn't be able to eat for the week. I was really starting to panic as we got closer to that point in time when they won't check your bag. But we got there at 4:30, and we got through everything by 4:35.
It was at that time T2 disowned me. She told me they wouldn't let me on the plane, that I should go into the bathroom and wash my clothes, maybe the hand dryer would get them dry, she went and tried to get another seat so she wouldn't have to sit next to me. She asked me to go stand in the hall, and we got in the plane she told me to throw a blanket around me to try and mask the smell.
Only about five people moved away from me, and one guy stopped eating, but the rest of the plane ride was pretty uneventful.
Tomorrow - New Orleans
t3 did leave out that I (Ted) was left with the aromatic cleanup & awesome smell. Not a great way to start a trip - ended with a flat tire, so I'm hoping Mardi Gras is more fun. At least T3 and her supersensitive nose don't have to stay in the house for a few days. Bring on the jambalaya (except T3 can't eat it now)
ReplyDeletehahahaha. well,ok, i did suggest that you go into the restroom and try to wash the outer jacket. the rest (of my misbehavior) is a gross exaggeration. i was 100% certain we would miss the plane. i learned an important lesson: no reason to get to the airport 3 hours ahead, as is my inclination. :-)
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