There is traveling… and then there is traveling with the K Fam.
Thing one: Where is Emily?
Being that I am a model of a light traveler, it takes me about a decade to get through security. Between getting my shoes, sweater and belt off, tossing my quart sized plastic bag in the bin and pulling out my lap top from my bag – it’s practically a 30 minute process. If Frank goes through security ahead of me, he’s already at the gate requesting the exit row before I can even get my sweater back on!
Thing two: “Did you know the girl sitting next to me has a cousin who knows your sister’s brother-in-law’s aunt?”
While Frank is happy to hold my hand and listen to his iPod in flight, I love finding out about the people sitting around me. I’ve had the pleasure of being seated next to a President of a Lutheran Seminary, a guy from the UP going to his son’s wedding in Pennsylvania, an RV Magazine sales rep, a Mormon mother, a singer in a band who recently suffered an unfortunate accident that involved falling on a shard of glass and a guy who was in the mob (seriously – I’m pretty sure he was in the mob!). Not to worry – if I see someone is reading a book or listening to their iPod, I leave them alone. But if someone is interested in talking, I just can’t say no!
I’m not saying Frank isn’t chatty, I’m just saying he enjoys solitude a little more than I do.
Thing three: Repeat after me – no checked baggage!
Since one of our primary travel destinations has been Atlanta, Frank and I have had a few… ahem… discussions about my occasional decision to check bags, resulting in at least thirty minute waits at the baggage claim. Oh, and did I mention the one time that my bags went to Midway and I went to O’Hare? Yeah. That was excellent. Since then, Frank has given me a few lessons on how to pack a bag and has written on my forehead in Sharpie Marker: “No Checked Baggage!” What can I say? I hate dragging bags around the airport…
So yeah… “No chopped cabbage!” or… wait… was it, “No dropped garbage?” Frank? Hey hon?