After a frustratingly long half an hour of checking-in & paying excess luggage fees, we go outside for one last photo. This infuriates one of the ground staff, a large mexican man, who clearly wanted to get home in time for his enchiladas! We hurry along and push the stroller through the security check and an alarm goes off. 'SECURITY ALARM!' yells a security guard. 'Hold that man back! Search him! Throw me the gloves!' Dan gets pulled to the side. He is literally frisked from head to toe. The mad mexican starts yelling 'Mam, go through now or you will miss your flight!' I had to grab as much hand luggage as I possibly could, baby on hip, and dash to the small plane on the runway. Even though my mouth was dry and my face was dripping with perspiration, I still manage a polite smile as I board the plane, but the gesture was not reciprocated by the stereotypical air steward! I ask him to please show me to my seat as I'm almost dropping my baby and could not find my boarding pass, but all I got was, 'Just sit anywhere! You've delayed the flight and we need to go!' By now everyone is staring. Dan finally boards, and then Oscar starts crying! Oh gosh. Its dinner time. Where is the baby bag? Then it hits me. The bag was stored below on the plane. We explain that it is vital we get it, especially for the passengers’ sake. The limp-wristed air steward is fuming, but we get the bag and Oscar is happy. Wine please!
I was entertained by a young girl sitting behind me who was terrified of flying. 'What was that? Ooh, what was that?' was what I mostly heard. The funniest was when we heard the girl tell the steward that she accidentally threw her retainer in the trash bag. They offered her gloves and told her she can go through the garbage when we land.
We arrive at LA and walk over to departures. We check-in only to realise that we left our boarding passes on the plane so we had no record of our baggage number!
And that was just the domestic leg of the journey! We hadn't even left America yet!
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