I was at the airport, and...

Day 5: Expat Blog Challenge Prompt: "I was at the airport, and..."

I was at the airport, and... I was on my hands and knees... crawling back and forth between my two open suitcases carrying various items from one suitcase to the other.  I balance a bag of toiletries on my open palm. I carefully raise my arm up and down desperately trying to imitate the action of a scale, "How much do you think this weighs?" I look up at my uncle and my brother. My brother appears to be exasperated by me - or the situation - I can't imagine why? I am clearly the epitome of the perfect little sister. It must be the situation. My bro jumps in to help. He hands me sweatshirts. I think they can't possibly weigh that much, but I decide not to question him. Okay... I decided not to continue to question him after he gave me that "just do it" look.

Rewind 5 minutes: We were standing at the check-in counter at the Gerald R. Ford International Airport in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

The lady at the counter asked me what my destination was today. "L.A. Well, I'll be flying to Sydney after that... but just L.A. with this airline."

"Can I have your flight information to Sydney?"

"I don't have it right now.... Umm... lemme just... Oh, crap... I just signed out of my email on my iPhone. Lemme just... yeah, I gotta sign back in... It's gonna take a minute."

The lady at the counter then proceeded to explain she NEEDED the information and acted like I had the information but was just unwilling to give it to her. After a few failed explanations, I had to exclaim rather slowly, that I was going to give her the information... but, I had to wait for my iPhone.  I had just signed out of everything as my lil cousin was about to inherit her very own American iPhone, as it would not be going with me to Australia.  In the meantime, she weighs both bags, finding one bag to be overweight while the other remains underweight. Oh joy!

So, here I am, crawling around on the floor trying to balance the weight of my bags - so I don't have to pay an exuberant overweight baggage charge - while I wait to be logged back into my phone, so I can give the lady my Sydney flight details. This is how everyone "does" airports, right?

Rewind two hours: My brother is forced to help me pack at the last minute, because gosh darn it, I didn't want to do it before & now I am really overwhelmed and anxious. Ya know, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe I can see why my brother would be exasperated with me. I am starting to get the impression that I can be "a lot of work."

Fast forward two hours & 5 minutes (back to the beginning of this story):  The planets and stars align - my bags are both finally an acceptable weight. Sure, I am wearing about three sweaters, but it's all good. My phone has finally allowed me back in, and I can finally provide my flight information to the politely frustrated lady behind the counter. I gotta hand it to her folks. She was good at her job and thoughtful of me. She managed to check my bags all the way to Sydney. I did not have to stop to pick them up & check them again in California. Which for some reason - I always seem to have to do even though I am flying United the whole way on connecting flights. This lady - despite the fact the flights to LA & Sydney were booked on different days with different airlines managed to send my bags all the way to Sydney. I thanked her profusely, sure we got off to a rocky start, but I hope she knew I appreciated her.

Right, now that - that is settled, I have included this vlog from my original move to Australia. Spoiler alert: it contains exclusive airport footage. [The story I told was about my last trip back to Oz. Two separate occasions, but heck, why shouldn't I post it?]

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Sydney Smiles: I was at the airport, and...

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I was at the airport, and...

Day 5: Expat Blog Challenge Prompt: "I was at the airport, and..."

I was at the airport, and... I was on my hands and knees... crawling back and forth between my two open suitcases carrying various items from one suitcase to the other.  I balance a bag of toiletries on my open palm. I carefully raise my arm up and down desperately trying to imitate the action of a scale, "How much do you think this weighs?" I look up at my uncle and my brother. My brother appears to be exasperated by me - or the situation - I can't imagine why? I am clearly the epitome of the perfect little sister. It must be the situation. My bro jumps in to help. He hands me sweatshirts. I think they can't possibly weigh that much, but I decide not to question him. Okay... I decided not to continue to question him after he gave me that "just do it" look.

Rewind 5 minutes: We were standing at the check-in counter at the Gerald R. Ford International Airport in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

The lady at the counter asked me what my destination was today. "L.A. Well, I'll be flying to Sydney after that... but just L.A. with this airline."

"Can I have your flight information to Sydney?"

"I don't have it right now.... Umm... lemme just... Oh, crap... I just signed out of my email on my iPhone. Lemme just... yeah, I gotta sign back in... It's gonna take a minute."

The lady at the counter then proceeded to explain she NEEDED the information and acted like I had the information but was just unwilling to give it to her. After a few failed explanations, I had to exclaim rather slowly, that I was going to give her the information... but, I had to wait for my iPhone.  I had just signed out of everything as my lil cousin was about to inherit her very own American iPhone, as it would not be going with me to Australia.  In the meantime, she weighs both bags, finding one bag to be overweight while the other remains underweight. Oh joy!

So, here I am, crawling around on the floor trying to balance the weight of my bags - so I don't have to pay an exuberant overweight baggage charge - while I wait to be logged back into my phone, so I can give the lady my Sydney flight details. This is how everyone "does" airports, right?

Rewind two hours: My brother is forced to help me pack at the last minute, because gosh darn it, I didn't want to do it before & now I am really overwhelmed and anxious. Ya know, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe I can see why my brother would be exasperated with me. I am starting to get the impression that I can be "a lot of work."

Fast forward two hours & 5 minutes (back to the beginning of this story):  The planets and stars align - my bags are both finally an acceptable weight. Sure, I am wearing about three sweaters, but it's all good. My phone has finally allowed me back in, and I can finally provide my flight information to the politely frustrated lady behind the counter. I gotta hand it to her folks. She was good at her job and thoughtful of me. She managed to check my bags all the way to Sydney. I did not have to stop to pick them up & check them again in California. Which for some reason - I always seem to have to do even though I am flying United the whole way on connecting flights. This lady - despite the fact the flights to LA & Sydney were booked on different days with different airlines managed to send my bags all the way to Sydney. I thanked her profusely, sure we got off to a rocky start, but I hope she knew I appreciated her.

Right, now that - that is settled, I have included this vlog from my original move to Australia. Spoiler alert: it contains exclusive airport footage. [The story I told was about my last trip back to Oz. Two separate occasions, but heck, why shouldn't I post it?]

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14 Comments:

At February 5, 2014 at 11:59 AM , Blogger Yvette Niesel said...

Not kidding. I feel like I've seen this video before. Deja vu, big time! Is this posted elsewhere???

 
At February 5, 2014 at 12:23 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

I posted it on youtube years ago. I have previously posted it on this blog. Perhaps, you read my blog back in the day?

 
At February 5, 2014 at 1:16 PM , Blogger Unknown said...

Clever idea to rewind and fast forward. It helps to give the idea of the frantic stress often involved in an overseas departure. Having to repacking bags at check in is the worst … almost as bad as forgetting that you accidentally put your entire stash of toiletries in your carryon luggage and end up having to throw them all out (that's happened to me twice). Christie from plungedownunder.com -- couldn't get the Open ID to work today.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 1:16 PM , Blogger Cosette Paneque said...

I love your pink suitcases! I'm still upset an airline tore mine up and I no longer have a matching set lol.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 1:49 PM , Blogger Yvette Niesel said...

I think I may have found it on youtube before moving here. OMG - talk about it being a small world. What nailed it for me was your grandma and her cat.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 2:50 PM , Blogger Teagan said...

Love the brother/sister dynamic! Makes me miss my brothers who are out of state.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 3:26 PM , Blogger Australeana said...

That video totally messed with my mind when he was driving on the other side of the road! I was thinking "But she's still in the US...am I totally confused right now??? Do we actually drive on the left in North America and the right in Australia? What is happening?!?"

Gotta love the last minute frantic repacking of bags while at the airport, desperately trying to avoid those damn charges. My brother and I had an experience at the Cairns airport where his luggage was too heavy and I ended up with a random assortment of his crap in my bags/purse...including old socks!

 
At February 5, 2014 at 3:42 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Lol. I love it! My Gramma & Sassy are famous!!!

 
At February 5, 2014 at 3:55 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Thanks, Christie! Oh, I know - I once lost a precious, hand cream because it was too big a size to have in my carry on. I had been conserving this cream because I couldn't get it is Oz & I loved it. That one stung. Lol.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 3:56 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Thanks! They were so cute when I first got them - but you can tell from the video, they were scuffed up and falling apart by the end of the 1st trip... such a disappointment.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 3:57 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Haha. Gotta love the bro/sis banter.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 4:09 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Haha. So funny! Yes, still in the US. He was actually driving on the left side of the road because that is how we always pull out of our driveway. Our driveway, is at the top of a hill, and cars come flying over the hill - so if we actually pulled out into the right lane we would be putting ourselves in danger of an accident. So we accelerate in the left lane & make sure no cars come zooming over the hill before we start driving on the right side of the road. Gee, was that long enough of an explanation?

Haha. I love the fact you got stuck with your brother's old socks. So funny.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 8:26 PM , Blogger C. In Oz said...

Jeans weigh exactly 1lb. How do you think I know that? ;-)
I love the image of you wearing 3 sweaters to get your bags through. This was hilarious.

 
At February 5, 2014 at 9:22 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Thank you very much for this very useful tip! This will help with my future guessing games. Lol.

 

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