I swear, the devil's plan to enslave our souls involves airports. Somehow on our trip last weekend American Airlines managed to lose my carseat and stroller which I gate checked. The airport car rental place didn't have our car reservation as promised. Pixie squealed and squirmed throughout the entire 3.5 hour flight until I just about lost it.
I bought replacement gear yesterday and am 99% sure that United Airlines will find a way to lose them again today. There is no way to have a good experience at an airport. Heaven knows I try. I bring books, extra money for airport goodies, headphones for the plane and pack light. The airports/airlines proceed to break down each and every one of my preparations and turn the day into a living nightmare. It ironic to me that the United States pours so much money and useless precautions into airport security since it's the airports themselves that are the root of most senseless acts of terrorism against our fair people.
Security check points where you have to take off shoes, jackets, belts, disassemble your child's stroller, and quiver when your contraband toothpaste is discovered stuffed discreetly inside your shoe are the tip of the iceberg. There are the gigantic airports that give you 10 minutes to reach your connecting flight that is 2 miles and 10 terminals away. Obnoxious pilots that chatter into the speaker every five minutes throughout the flight about cloud formations and wake up your sleeping baby. And my favorite, the Gestapo at the curb outside the airport who flash their lights and bang on your hood when your car has been idle for more than 10 seconds because you stopped to look at a map (or maybe you were assembling a bomb? You tricky vixen, you!)
So it is with dread that I unpack and re-pack my suitcase today (no, I never managed to unpack from the last trip). It's not a question of if something will go wrong, but how many things. I feel like I'm packing for my doom. As Heidi Klum would say, Auf Wiedersehen. No, I'm not being dramatic, .