busted at the airport
so i got busted at the airport for taking an explosive device on a plane.
guess what it was kids - sparklers. and where did i get busted, at the adelaide airport after i had come off my flight from lincoln. the security bitches took my sparklers away even though i had already been on the plane.
1. how much shit did they think i was going to start with two packets of sparklers? maybe some crazy name-in-the-air writing? woah!
2. even if i was going to start shit with the sparklers i had already been on my flight, therefore the point being ....?
memo to self: use work stationary to write nasty letter to adelaide airport security asking for compensation for the 96c sparklers that i had confiscated.
the plane flights were both interesting in different ways. you may or may not know that i am a bad flyer, something to do with a little accident at the showgrounds six years ago that left me with mental scarring. so none the less i was not looking forward to flying in a little plane. i told mum about my anxiety and she, being the pharmaceutically enabled good mother that she is offered me some valium, and i being the good daughter couldn't say no. so flight over i took one valium and literally lulled my way through the flight and most of the afternoon. i was sitting on a cloud and nothing could have knocked me over, life went at super slow pace.
having had this good experience, and contributing less of the good flight to valium than i should have i decided that on the way back i would fore-go the drugs and go straight. maybe not such a good idea, at the end of the day i was fine, but anxiety levels were high all flight. it didn't help that on the way back we flew qantas who use much noisier planes with the propellers in a lower position than the rex planes. of course we were seated right next to the propellers as well so that i could look out the windows and see the damn things. anyway i am here, i survived. ugh air travel, not my favourite thing.
guess what it was kids - sparklers. and where did i get busted, at the adelaide airport after i had come off my flight from lincoln. the security bitches took my sparklers away even though i had already been on the plane.
1. how much shit did they think i was going to start with two packets of sparklers? maybe some crazy name-in-the-air writing? woah!
2. even if i was going to start shit with the sparklers i had already been on my flight, therefore the point being ....?
memo to self: use work stationary to write nasty letter to adelaide airport security asking for compensation for the 96c sparklers that i had confiscated.
the plane flights were both interesting in different ways. you may or may not know that i am a bad flyer, something to do with a little accident at the showgrounds six years ago that left me with mental scarring. so none the less i was not looking forward to flying in a little plane. i told mum about my anxiety and she, being the pharmaceutically enabled good mother that she is offered me some valium, and i being the good daughter couldn't say no. so flight over i took one valium and literally lulled my way through the flight and most of the afternoon. i was sitting on a cloud and nothing could have knocked me over, life went at super slow pace.
having had this good experience, and contributing less of the good flight to valium than i should have i decided that on the way back i would fore-go the drugs and go straight. maybe not such a good idea, at the end of the day i was fine, but anxiety levels were high all flight. it didn't help that on the way back we flew qantas who use much noisier planes with the propellers in a lower position than the rex planes. of course we were seated right next to the propellers as well so that i could look out the windows and see the damn things. anyway i am here, i survived. ugh air travel, not my favourite thing.