Teresa: I jammed my bags into the back seat of the taxi as quickly as I could. I was late. As always. I thanked God that I had sent most of my stuff to my awaiting flat in England a couple days before. After I managed to stuff my luggage into the taxi, I scrunched in with it. "Airport please, as fast as you can go without getting pulled over! I've got no time for you to be pulled over!" I said quickly to the driver. He obliged and slammed down a lead foot on the accelorater. It felt like the drive was forever. I knew it was only because I was behind schedule. I figeted the whole way half of me praying I'd make my flight and the other wishing I wouldn't. I felt the taxi come to a stop and jumped. Man I was nervous. I leaped out and paid the driver then made my way to the entrance. I was nearly in when I heard the taxi driver yelling, "Hey! Hey lady!" I turned around thinking What? too small a tip? He pointed to the back seat, "Don'tcha want your luggage?" I smacked my head and ran back to the car. As I forced my bags out I muttered "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I rushed through the crowds and made my way to luggage check in. I set my suitcases on the conveyer belt and stepped through the metal detector. BEEP "Ma'am could you please empty your pockets?" I sighed. Of all days I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and produced some change, a keychain, and some old earrings. The guard eyed me as I put them in the tray. I smiled meekly. This was an old jacket. I walked through again, BEEP. "Um, maybe your jean pockets?" The guard suggested. I patted my front pockets, nothing there. I patted my back pockets and found I had put a mini spiral notebook there. I put it in the tray, "Heh, I um, forgot I had that there" The guard just motioned for me to walk through again. I tried again, BEEP. "Oh for God's sake!" I said, exasperated, A few people behind me groaned. A younger guard stepped up, "Erm, sorry about this, but I'm uh..gonna have to pat you down" "What?!" I said angrily. I can't believe this. He patted down over my baggy jacket then moved to my legs. He stayed there a bit too long. I moved away, "Look, do you see how tight this jeans are? There is no bomb in my pants!" He stepped back, red in the face. I noticed the other guard was eyeing my shoes, "What? Are you looking to find out where I got em?" I said irritably. He kept his eyes on my shoes, "Is that real metal? That buckle thing?" I realized where this was going. "Oh, yeah! That must be it. I'll just take my stuff and go then" He stopped me when I reached for the stuff. "You'll have to remove the shoes and walk through again" Was this guy for real?!? "You've got to be kidding me!" He shook his head, "I'm afraid not ma'am." I gave up and took off my shoes. I walked through the metal detector once again, in my socks, feeling like an idiot. I almost jumped for joy when no beep sounded. After replacing all my jewelry, taking back my belongings, and getting back into my shoes I rushed to an attentendant at a desk. I rolled my eyes at the sight of her. A tiny little blonde smacking her gum and twirling her hair. I trudged up to the desk, "Excuse me, but has flight 256 left yet?" She chewed her gum for a few seconds and increased her twirling speed, "Umm...." I drummed my fingers impatiently. "I'm kinda in a hurry" She tried to type something into the computer but was obviously lost. She gave up at staring at the big box in front of her "Well um, I didn't hear it called so..uh..take a seat, it should be called soon" It was becoming apparent to me why people complained about traveling. I was just about to sit down when a loud voice came over the speakers "Last call for flight 256! I repeat, Last Call for flight 256 at gate 5" I ran to the nearest guard and asked him to point me in the direction of the gate. I made it to the loading point just in time. What a freaking day. Jimmy is so dead.
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