Lost in crowded hallways feeling the weight of my heavy bags I strolled down to Gate 11B. It had been a crazy sort of morning. One where I woke up resigned to be a bit late since my prescription medication was forgotten the day before. The pharmacy opened at 9am. So by the time I got my drugs I would be pushing check in when I got to Chicago. I was barley awake, having stayed up to 3am the night before, and for some reason it was a relief when I was told the pharmacy opened at 11am on Sunday. That meant, well, I was going to be to the airport early. I will have to work out the prescriptions, when I get to PR.

At the airport I had to win a “Bill Clinton” esque battle of words to get my Kayak on board. I had called the airlines and confirmed that I could take the kayak since it was the right size, now now being in 3 pieces and placed in black denim bags. Yet the person at the terminal wanted to stick to the letter of the American Airlines law, “NO KAYAKS”. I could see the end before the beginning! A long negotiation ensued. One that in the end involved 3 staffers and a TSA official. In the end, we agreed that I can take my kayak on their planes. Of course I may not paddle within 50 yards of the runway.

Well, my plan has just taxied up on the opposite side of the window. I need to get my butt off the floor, throw out the glass bottle holding a last warm drop of vinegary iced tea, and get out my ticket for the stone faced folks at the counter.

I wish they still gave out plastic pilot wings!

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