Christmas vacation? Our children nearly starved to death and we caused a bomb scare.
The weekend before Christmas we headed up to my old stomping grounds: Green River, WY. Why oh why would we head to southwest WY in mid December? Still trying to figure that one out but a big part of it was one of my brothers from another mother getting married. I’d give Nate a Facebook shoutout but he’s not on there and he’s the goofball who decided to get married in WY in December so no love 🙂 Like I said: brothers.
So our flight from PHX-SLC was scheduled for 95 minutes. It took just shy of 7 hours…and we were never allowed to deplane. Snow in SLC, diverted to GJT, can’t deplane because terminal’s full, etc. We had one ziploc bag of snacks (thanks Grammy!). Forgot our snack supply because we spent two hours the night before unsuccessfully searching for Berto’s birth certificate to confirm he’s young enough to be a lap baby. He’s 18 months but body size he looks 10 months and most people don’t judge age on head circumference so no one ever asked anyway.
After 2 hours on the tarmac: “Ladies and gentleman we had some pizza delivered…..but there’s not enough for everyone….” I wasn’t hungry until they wafted Domino’s up and down the aisles. But I was one of the good guys who left the food for the women and children (mostly since they were my woman and children and could see what a great martyr I was being).
Another 5 hours in SLC and then we made it to Rock Springs. -10 windchill was a bit distracting and we helped an older lady find her rental car because the Avis desk closed as soon as they gave her the keys-no explanation necessary if you’ve ever been to RKS airport. She came back inside as we were leaving and said, “I think they gave me the wrong keys.” Lone TSA agent gave her the “sucks to be you” look, and there was no one else at the airport, so I did the old panic button trick and then scraped her windshield. That’s two in case you’re keeping score.
Wedding was great. Proud to say I wasn’t the groomsman wearing cover up across his entire forehead to mask the bruise given by the groom the night before. It started out as a simple evening at a dive bar (even the locals gave the one eyebrow raise when we told them where we went) and then migrated to an underground motorcyle club garage. Stacy and I did not partake of the homemade moonshine. At least I didn’t–Stacy was however all over me for the rest of the night. Hmm…..http://bit.ly/Hy84Pm
When it came time to pack up and head back to the airport we realized Lilly was missing her backpack. So when we got there, I asked the nice TSA agent, “Y’all didn’t find a navy blue jansport backpack on Thursday night did you?” “And a stroller?” “Uh yeah.”
He was cool. Told me about the sniffer dog, bomb squad, somebody higher up in TSA wanted more info when they got it, the usual. I called the police department to try and find out where to pick up the backpack and stroller. The lady said I needed to call back during business hours and ask to speak to “evidence.” I chuckled and thought y’all can keep the backpack, stuffed animal and pink stroller (yes we’re those parents who aren’t going to spend another $15 so our son uses a pink stroller).
Turns out I just had to be lectured by a younger TSA agent about not forgetting things at airports because it causes quite a problem. Whoodathunk?