1. Opening a hotel closet to find a dead body or something else horrifying
2. Someone else taking my bag off the carousel, and me being unable to find it or make the airline find it*
3. Having a child in the seat in front of me throw up and having it get on my stuff on the floor**
4. Locking my keys in a rental car in some strange, out of the way place***
I do not know who thought it was a good idea to let me travel alone. I'm far too crazy.
AND NOW AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE MY FELLOW ROAD WARRIOR FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE UNFAIRNESS OF BEING SICK:
That's no fun. But know that the universe does its best to keep any of us from getting too complacent in our travel. After a relatively nightmarish flight day, just when I was calmed down, freshly showered, wearing a sundress and flip flops and walking through New Orleans so pleased with myself, the Gods of Travel shot me down with today's weapon of choice: not an illness, but a head-to-toe soak of gutter water from a passing car. FRENCH QUARTER GUTTER WATER. I'll probably be sick in another hour (so we can commiserate).
KEEP BUYING LOTTO TICKETS AND CARRY ON.
RWP
*happened today, though thankfully within about 20 minutes, someone realized and returned it to the claim area
**actually happened to me at the very beginning of a very long flight to South America, though this was actually a fear before that incident.
***Thought this happened to me last week. Turns out I dropped the key in the parking lot in a downpour. At least had I been stuck, it would have been at the ice cream factory where I stopped for a mid-drive leg stretch.
OH my god I did not have those fears until just now. Kid puke....oh nooo...
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy I don't have to get on an airplane for at least another week.
I'm sorry. I should keep my crazy to myself so it doesn't impose on other people!
ReplyDeleteNo it's OK. I have an irrational fear of getting in a car wreck in one of the deathtrap economy rental cars and being stuck (unconscious) in a hospital in the middle on nowhere.
ReplyDeleteAnd then having a pre-existing medical condition that makes me un-insurable for the rest of my life.
Try driving around with that all day.
Secondary is getting kidnapped from my hotel. I think this is why I end up eating more at Panera/Olive Garden and less at the small questionable thai food places that could contain the best pad thai of my life but also a serial killer.
wah wahhhh. Let's be sure and write all of these down for the Counselor Training Manual, so we can scare them all really well before they even start!
ReplyDeleteIf you're ever at a hospital in the middle of nowhere because of an Aveo, I promise I'll destroy it with a baseball bat.