Don't Drink and Fly (my major spilling issues)
By Jennifer Regan on May 09, 2010
As you may or may not know, last week I headed to Los Angeles for the Bloggers Brunch. I had a shuttle pick me up from my house to take me to the airport. Actually it was a little car - a new little car and I was the only person in it, other than the driver.
I was nervous about flying, and was really quite proud of myself for actually doing it. I figured I had better do it at least once before BlogHer, and this was also an event I did not want to pass up.
I had picked up a Grande Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha before the driver got there, and was happily sipping on my tasty hot beverage on the way to the airport. My drink was anchored between my knees, I was heading out of town - life was good.
As we exited the Caldecott tunnel, the driver over corrected one of the curves on the freeway. Panic set in as I looked down and saw my drink upside down on the floor. Coffee had kindly spilled down the inside of both jean legs too, and IN my shoes. It was a huge mess. This was the only pair of pants I brought with me because...well, they are the only ones that fit currently! Ummm...what do I do now? I asked if he had a towel because I dumped coffee all over the floor of his new car while he was driving like a moron spilled "a little" coffee. Of course he did not have one. I couldn't wait until we go to the airport - I just wanted to hide. I was so embarrassed walking through the airport.
When I arrived at the hotel, the coffee had pretty much dried, but it was obvious that something had spilled on my jeans. I washed the pant legs off in the sink and set them on my balcony to dry. The coffee was still a little obvious the next day.
It worked! I was nervous standing up in the plane, but I did it. The sweat jacket covered my backside perfectly, and the lady across from me gave me the once over and then the thumbs up. Sweet! I probably looked a little funny walking through the airport. I was uncomfortable too. Yuck. I waited for my bag and then waited for my shuttle. I was filled with happiness when I saw the car pull up. The driver was a lady - I was happy to see this as I really needed some sympathy at this point. She provided me with plenty.
Eighty MPH Mom travels, I am not taking liquids of any kind with me. If I must have a coffee, I will finish it before hopping in a car or boarding a plane. When the stewardess asks me if I'd like something to drink, I will simply say, "Thanks, but no thanks...just peanuts please."
Eighty MPH Mom
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