Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Planes, Trains & Automobiles
I do love to travel. Really, I do. I just hate the travel part, particularly on planes. That's because no matter where I go, there will inevitably be a bizzarro travel story to report back to my husband. Don't get me wrong--I always offer up a silent prayer whenever my plane touches down, and there have been flights when I wanted to kiss the ground, but I have had so many weird and wacky experiences, it's hard to know where to begin. And they always happen when I travel alone, rarely when Craig and I travel together.
It's always fun to talk about Travel Stories from Hell after they happen. At least I know it is for my husband. Whenever he picks me up from the airport, his first question is always, "Well, what happened this time?" as he surveys my frazzled face.
So what about you? Any hellish travel stories? The mode of transportation doesn't matter--planes, trains, automobiles, cruise ships. Hit me with your best shot! Please. I need a laugh. I have to get on a plane tomorrow.