I don’t like carrying two large bags. They were extremely heavy, horribly annoying when going to the bathroom, and by the time I made it to the “Marahba” desk to find my shuttle ride, I was sweating!
The airport agent that led me through security was really rude. She liked to walk 10 feet ahead of me, watch me as I struggled with all my luggage, and barely spoke a word.
The only thing we talked about was Obama, and how I didn’t vote for him.
He was from her hometown: Kenya.
So I was really on her blacklist.
Needless to say we both weren’t very sad when I reached my destination and she left.
I was able to facetime my sister as I waited for my ride. Yay!