The taxi showed up early, which was fine, I was Virgo ready and it turned out I knew the driver. Well, it took us 2 hours to get to the airport. Unreal when it can take about a little over an hour but it was rush hour and the day after a Bank Holiday.
Since they are fixing up Terminal 4, I couldn't be just dropped off in front of the building. Oh no, I had to be dropped off and then struggle in. Oh, this is not what it looked like.
There was construction work everywhere.
Now there is a new fangled thang called 'bag drop-off'. You put in your flight info and then put in your credit card number. Wale, I don't have a credit card, I used my friend's, so I went into another line, behind a group of Koreans (just adding that to make it more colorful telling.
Got to the nice young man behind the high desk. (Why do they make these things so high? And why are the scales so narrow and high up?) He said to put the duffle on the weigher, couldn't so one of the nice Korean guys helped me almost pulling up my skirt to my waist. Oops. Then the not so nice young man told me I had to take it off, the duffle, not the skirt (ha ha) and take it to an elderly man sitting 3 seats away. Hokay, thinking of trying to pull the duffle off the weigher, I also asked him when I should and who I should tell about my needles, druggie that I am.
He said the guy in the green shirt when I went into security, *sigh* Now it is getting close to 10am when I wanted to jab myself with the lizard spit and take my meds. Went towards security and was stopped by another young guy and I mean young. He wanted to check if my carry-on was the right size. I thought please after all the Virgo angst I went through getting the right bag. It fit, just. *mentally stucking my tongue out at this pisher with authority.
So went through after flashing my board card to another guy behind a desk.
Saw the sign that said, take your shoes off. *sigh* Got to the front of the line and asked the woman about my letter of permission to take the needles on board. She said when I got to the machine. Which I did. The woman there didn't even look at the letter just said that it was fine and I put the shoes and coat in a tray, handed her the walking stick and she took the carry on and placed it on the belt.
Then the fun began. Everything came through except the carry-on with the laptock, which by the way doesn't have to be seen separately any more, at least for now, spit, other meds, all the rechargers and cords for the mobile, books, etc. Now that set off a buzzer. *sigh* So she passed it through again, same thing happened. She took it off and put it to the side saying that it would have to be searched. Damn it woman you know that there are needles and an injectable med in there.
Now it's getting to be 10:15 and I am not happy. Then I see that the guy who had been behind me also had his bag taken away. So we stood there until there was a change over and then the same cow who passed my bags through the machine started searching the other guy's bag first. He had 3 bottles of hand lotion taken away. Poor guy's English wasn't the best and how embarrassing for him that all his undies were in view to the world, well me and the other woman.
Then it was finally my turn, almost 10:30. Took everything out and ran this wand thingy over things. I had to open the mini cooler and that's what they thought the problem was, the ice pack, which if they had read the letter in the first place would have known was in there. After running the wand over my empty suitcase she put it in a machine and came back saying that it was fine. So we put things back in the case and I asked where the bathroom was. Went in and jabbed myself and then had to look for something to eat. I ended up at WH Smith for a newspaper, water (I was gasping by then) and something to eat, 2 health bars which were pretty good.
I walked around a bit, noticed where the departure gate was, moisied on down to there and sat playing with my DS until we were told that we could board.
End of Part 1.
Part 2. "What do you mean there's no Vegetarian Meal for me"
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