Traveling with a teenage daughter is an experience.
Traveling with me is no picnic either.
I am no world-class traveler by any measure, and I get so nervous and anxious going through TSA security at the airports that on a recent trip I was stressing over my belt, shoes, jacket and my quart bag of three ounces of liquids, that I forgot to remove my laptop from my backpack.
Consequently, my bag was placed to the side after being scanned and then it had to go through a complete bag check.
At least we were early for this flight.
But now I had to wait for security to empty my bag and swipe test the contents since I was obviously trying to hide something in my aging laptop.
This was all very embarrassing but the TSA agent was quick and did not judge.
I did not have to submit to a body search, although I did have clean underwear on.
My daughter handles this much better than me, but dealing with all the items and paraphernalia that she packs for her hair and hygiene is astounding. She avoids the carry-on 3 ounce rule by checking her suitcase with all that stuff in it.
Speaking of that, our hotel bathroom sink and shower was strewn with all of her stuff.
My black bag of personal bathroom items was neatly confined to one corner of the sink and I used the soap and shampoo provided by the hotel to save on what I needed to bring.
Maybe I should book my own room next time, even on a different floor maybe?
The rest of the room also belonged to her: suitcase open on the floor, clothes flopping out, desk covered with her stuff, etc.
I felt sorry for the maid service.
I, in turn, hung my shirts, and kept the rest of my clothes in drawers or in my closed suitcase on a table.
Catching our flight home was an adventure.
It was an early flight, but it took her so long to pack that I blame her for missing our flight by one minute.
She blames me.
Here’s how it went.
Drive to airport.
Dad misses drop-off sign and takes the car rental into the employee only area.
Daughter did point this out (to her credit) but you know how Dads are — don’t question us!
Had to turn around and head back to drop-off.
Five minutes lost.
Check her bag, then onto crowded security check, 15 minutes until last call for flight.
Get through that, run to the gate while holding my pants up, as I did not have time to put my damn belt back on.
I can see the plane through the windows.
My daughter literally got there a minute after the posted gate close time. Door was closed and we were not allowed through.
Missed the flight.
At least her bag will get there on time.
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