We had about two hours before our flight. Went through the search process quite well this time. We settled in for about an hour and a half wait to board the plane.
I get antsy and want a darned cigarette. I have the waterproof thing around my neck with smokes and my cruise pass. I walk out from the boarding area. No thought in my mind except the cigarette.
Get back in the line and get up to the security person, Marva. Marva remembered Cyber and me, thank goodness, but I have no photo ID nor boarding pass. Dang, I forgot!
I had to get out of line and go to American Airlines to get a duplicate boarding pass, but alas and alack, no photo ID. Thank goodness for the cruise pass. A lot of schmoozing later, and I got the boarding pass. Now to get past security with no photo ID.
Got to Marva again. Marva saw the boarding pass and the cruise pass, and let me go in the boarding area. Whew!
Cyber was frantic. I left him with my purse and four carry-ons. I see him trying to stuff everything into one of those lockers. The locker was broken. He saw me coming with the duplicate boarding pass lifted in the air. All he could say was, "Sit. Don't move again." We boarded the plane not more than five minutes later.
I'm always in some sort of trouble.
We watched the DFW crew search a tiny little old lady who was walking with a cane and wearing a Scooby Doo back pack. She was in a wheel chair when we got to San Antonio. It was enough for me (!) to wish for government interference. These people have got to get a clue, or be given one.