Dear Mishka
Oh you have GOT to be f-ing kidding me.
I was told by American Airlines to be at Metro THREE HOURS early
for an international flight. And they were very serious.
Especially since I'm bringing the cats (that's a whole different
letter). Remember my comment about the time? Matt calls it O'dark
thirty. We got there, and mom all but threw us out of the car since
temperatures were plummeting into the single digits fast. And
there, low and behold, was an empty airport, a dark ticketing
counter, and three people asleep in chairs.... uh oh.
I grabbed an employee who helped us get
a cart and wrangle 3 highly overweight suitacases, one medium cat
kennel, and two cats in travel duffel bags into the airport. She
then told us that the agents don't even show up until 4:30. Our
flight was at 6 so we were there at 3..... snarl curse.... 90
minutes before ticketing agents even wandered in the door. Anyone
want to kill an agent? Slowly people trickled in, got the story and
we all sat and chatted. My sedated cats were a hit with the girls.
Super poofy Merlin who filled his carrier with fluff and Loki with
his chaplin mustahe and pink glitter nail caps (I was mad at Matt
when I went to have caps put on his cat, the vet techs thought it was hysterical).
I took a picture of us on the first
plane, excited and raring to go! I also took a picture on the last
plane 12 hours later... I am never ever posting it for public
viewing. I'm surprised I didn't scare my seat mate.
Therer were no breakdowns yet in
communication or travel.... so I was waiting for it. Yep. I did it
too. And you get that in the next story.
Love
The Blonde
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