Back From Vacation
Well it’s official, my husband called me a country-bumpkin! I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad?… I mentioned to him while on vacation that I was having a hard time taking pictures in California without people in my pictures…. His answer was “what did you expect?” And to this the answer is I guess I don’t know. While I had a great time and was very happy to see my sister after 8 years. I would not be able to deal with all the people and noise on a daily basis.
The simple truth is, I couldn’t wait to get home. I hated riding in the car, the traffic is frightening, I hated the manners of those “city folks”…never in a million years did I think I was going to get into a fight with a stranger on the plane.
I’ll tell you the quick version, and no I didn’t go to jail… We were getting off the plane in CA from Las Vegas. I asked my Granddaughter to step into the isle of the plane it was our turn to go. I think everyone learned in first grade how to get off the bus nicely and wait your turn. My granddaughter was walking down the isle and this rude woman took her bag, hit me with it and pushed her way past me to get off the plane. (I think Mr. Budweiser was helping her)I said excuse me to her, that I needed to go next as she had cut me off and my child was walking off the plane alone. The woman turned her nose up at me and took her bag and began pushing my granddaughter down the isle with it to get her to move faster. Poor little Daisy looked up to see I wasn’t behind her and tried to walk past the woman to me and she pushed her with the bag again knocking her to the floor….well….this pissed off this mild mannered hick from NH and I snatched that woman full of fancy Las Vegas bling by the back of the jacket and gave her a yank backward. I told her she might get away with pushing me but she WAS NOT going to push my baby. (when I retold this to my husband, he said he had no doubt, it was not wise to piss off a mumma hen)Yes, believe it or not I meant what I said…the pilot saw what was happening and walked back to where we were and told that woman to sit herself right down, and to wait her turn. She started yelling about her turn to get off the plane and her rights….I thanked the man for his help picked up my crying baby and left the plane.
Once inside the building I calmed Daisy down and wouldn’t you know it, along comes security down the ramp I just had walked up. I don’t know what happened, I moved on to catch up with the rest of my family. Sooo, my dear friends this is how my trip started…With doubts that I should be off my little farm…
The rest of the trip went well and I had a wonderful time. We went to San Francisco, just across the bay from my Sister’s house. We had lunch, walked the pier, rode the trolleys and people watched.
Spent the day at 6 Flags, rode the rides, ate lots of junk food, saw the animals and laughed alot…