After a long day of lazying about in Brooklyn before my flight, I headed off to the airport for what I thought would be the same routine procedures that I have been through over and over again in all my travels.
Check in. Weigh luggage. Get screened. Board the plane.
Wasnt that easy this time.
I got to the check in counter and found out my ticket wasnt even booked!!!
After some arguing, loads of anxiety, and showing them my eticket on my phone, I was sent to the ticket seller window where she informed me that my flight was indeed booked, just not for May 2nd.
It was booked for April 28th and never switched to extend my trip.
So I had to pay a bunch of fees before getting it all straightened out.
Made it through check in, got screened, and headed for the plane.
With a headcold, I thought the flight would kill me. Luckily, I popped 2 NyQuil's and was out like a light for 9.5 hours.
Woke up, ate some weird substance that was apparently chicken, and watched Shutter Island, which by the way, is not so good.
Before I knew it, we were on the ground.
I was the first one out and to the visa line. Breezed through that and headed for the baggage claim.
Thought it was my lucky day when I saw that my bags were some of the first on the carousel.
Grabbed em and headed for the last screening before I was homeward bound.
Then it happened.
"Excuse me sir. Please come with me. I want to check your bags."
Oh lord. What did I forget to take out of my bag???
As he rifled through my bags, my boss came up behind me. She asked what the problem was and I told her I didnt know.
The searcher asked "Do you have any bottles in here?"
I replied "Just shampoo and cologne and maybe some lotion."
I told my boss she didn't have to wait with me, but she insisted.
Just then he reached in and pulled out a half empty bottle of Maker's Mark.
WHOOPS.
Totally forgot that was in there.
My boss changed her mind and told me she'd meet me outside hahaha.
He took the bottle and started to pack my stuff back up.
Then he came across a bag of dvds which he opened and began to look through. I didn't think anything of it until he pulled out a John Waters double feature and looked at it intensely.
He asked me "What is this? Is this pornography?"
I sorta laughed (which I didn't think he liked very much) and told him "No. It's a film. American filmmaker."
He took it and showed it to another security guy whose eyes burst open like he had never seen a cross dresser before (which in his defense, he probably hasn't). He shook his head "no" and they packed it back up and sent me on my way.
I was home at the W in no time and relaxing with my girlfriend, whom I missed massively.
It brought me great happiness to give her all the presents that I acquired over the 2 weeks I was gone. (I think I scored some points with my gift giving haha)
Today.... back to work. Nose to the grind. Flexin my business muscles. (not really)
Tomorrow.... I start to edit with our One Minute Filmmakers. Umer's vegetable souq film is first up. Look for them soon on our website.
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