Today's episode of Tova's Moving Extravaganza is brought to you by the wonderful Melissa over at Meandering Melissa! Melissa's identity was recently stolen by someone who used her bank account to buy Christian t-shirts (no, seriously! Read about it on her blog!), but luckily for all of us, she submitted this story before she had to start sorting out that mess:
I had just spent a year living in Germany as an exchange student, and was anxious, yet scared to be going home. I would miss my German family, friends, and experiences, but would be going home to my American family, friends and life.
I was standing in a small airport with a handful of students from my area. We were all flying together to a larger airport for our connecting flight back to America. My dear, sweet, adorable, and horribly hott friend Anna (yes, names have been changed) and I were checking in together, so that we could hopefully have seats next to each other on the flight to the big airport. But all I managed to do was pass on my fair share of terrible luck. The lady behind the desk refused to let us check our luggage all the way to the States, because of some sort of problem, that I’m sure was just her being mean because we were American. None of the other students that we knew had a problem. Just us.
What did this mean to us? Well, we got the seats together on our flight to the big airport, but it also meant that we had to re-check our luggage. Both of my bags were overweight (and I mean overweight!), and Anna’s were awkward. To pick up our bags, we had to go down a level, get our bags, and bring them up. My huge duffel bag wouldn’t fit in the elevator, so Anna and I both struggled to get the damn thing up the worst flight of stairs on the face of this planet.
Then we had to wait in line. They refused to look at us poor students until our program director talked to them (our PO was one of the most frightening, but really cool German women I have ever met) in such a way, that we were rushed to the front of the line, because our flight was due to leave at that moment. They took our bags without even looking at the weight, and gave us our tickets, and managed to hold the plane for us. Anna and I had to run what seemed like a million miles to catch our plane. We had to clear security, and stripped as we ran. We were completely and utterly ridiculous. My pants were too big for me (I had lost a lot of weight), and about lost them after I took my belt off, which I wrapped around my neck so I wouldn’t lose it. Anna, silly, but hott, was wearing combat boots. Thank God they were the kind that zipped up the side! I carried one, while she had the other, and we managed to get all questionable items ready to be scanned by the machines. Managing to get through security (which the airport personnel had thoughtfully cleared a line, just for us!), we still had to sprint our way to our gate. It was just like the movies, where someone is late for a flight. We had personnel directing us the whole way, cheering us on, and wishing us a safe flight back to the States.
We made it to our plane, where our group was excited to see us. Anna and I re-dressed, yes, we had run through everything half dressed, and plopped in our seats.
Only to wait 45 minutes before our plane even moved to taxi to the runway.