Each day is a story waiting to be written and each day creates tomorrows memories.

We departed from Toronto via Air Canada yesterday to our Florida destination for the winter season. Our car was picked up by a driver on Sunday and arrived before we did. I am not a big fan of flying, but due to some health issues possessed by  my husband, driving south is no longer feasible for us.

I hate doing the security check. I am not complaining. I know it is for our safety, but nevertheless it is a pain taking off shoes emptying pockets, removing winter jackets, computers, etc. Of course, after doing all this I still buzzed passing through the metal detector. The customs officer did a check and found nothing. She thought it might be the neckpiece that I decided to put on at the very last minute before leaving our residence.  I am not sure why I chose to do so because I never liked  that piece. I was instructed to remove the necklace. I am a klutz and had great difficulty taking it off. In the process the clasp got caught in my sweater and my grey loopy scarf. The clasp broke and I was left with a hole in my sweater and an extra couple of loops in my scarf. However, once the offending piece was removed I no longer buzzed and I was allowed on to the plane.

We had priority boarding. I think the airplane aisles are getting narrower and baggage and people are getting wider, because when the rest of the passengers boarded , we got jostled and bumped and pushed,We even were assaulted with luggage that was being put into the overhead compartments– and that is not all. Once everyone was settled, a pitiful loud crying and whimpering was heard. At first we thought it was a baby and then realized it was a dog. From the hundreds of possible seats on the plane where the dogs cage could have been placed, it was placed under my seat. Dog was not a good flyer. The dogs owners sat behind me and were surrounded by a multitude of relatives all talking and laughing loudly. I would have liked to have shared in the merriment but they were not speaking in english.

We were thankful and I am sure the puppy was too, when we landed at the Fort lauderdale airport.

About epsnider

EP Snider’s dream came to fruition when she published a book at age 69. She continues to share her thoughts and stories with a humorous twist on Wordpress and Facebook.
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