Awkward Travel Moments

Happy Sunday!!! 

For those of you who live in Indiana...I apologize. I JUST now got your comments. And yes, I was at Purdue University - TONS OF SUCCESS with recruiting. :) I will definitely be back in November...so I'll keep you posted.

So, of course it wouldn't be a normal trip without me having to deal with some slightly awkward travel moments. (Sigh). 

It started with my arrival to the Indianapolis airport. Flight on time. Luggage checked. Grabbed and iced coffee. No problems. 

Until I got to security. 

Backstory: I had to renew my drivers license a few weeks ago. Of course the ridiculous state of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations (ACTUAL full name of the state by the way...) takes away your old license and prints off a piece of paper. They say you can use this until your new license arrives in the mail. Like a piece of paper is going to get me through airport security...

So, I got to Indianapolis with no problems (probably because I left from RI and THEY are the sillies who issue these things). However, getting home was another story. 

So, the grumpy security guard asked if I had a passport. Unfortunately, I didn't. The woman made  few phone calls and advised that I would have to meet with the head of security. Meanwhile, everyone is tapping their feet and glaring me down because I'm holding up the line. So, this woman asks me a series of questions from where I was born to what my weekend plans were. No lie. 

Of course I was sweating, and my face was redder than a maraschino cherry. 

She asked if I had a credit card with my name on it. Luckily, I did. She then told me I passed the "lie detector test". 

I gave her a perplexed look with a touch of annoyance. Regardless, she let me through. 

THEN, once I started to get through security, they told me to walk to the side so they could "search" me. 

WHAT?!?!?! Is this a joke?

Apparently, I was one of the randoms who was lucky enough to get chosen to step in the space shuttle looking contraption. I had to lift my arms and spin around. Of course I had no bombs on me. Still, everyone was yet again staring at me.

Lucky for you, the most awkward event of the evening had yet to occur.

I boarded my plane and had to use the restroom terribly bad. (Because I had such a delay at security, I had no time to use the restroom). So, I waited. Waited ever so patiently for the seat belt signs to go off. 

BING. They were off. 

However, I noticed the beverage cart was blocking my path to the bathroom. 

Bummer. 

I started to squirm. 

I made my way to the front of the plane to use the restroom. And in front of everyone, the flight attendant advised me, "I'm sorry dear, you can't use this restroom - it's for first class passengers only". You've got to be kidding me. 

She told me the beverage cart would be done soon and that I could use the two restrooms in the back of the plane. 

Ouch. 

Oh, it gets better. They then proceeded to make an announcement over the loud speaker saying, "Please note that the restrooms at the front of the plane are for first class passengers only". 

Mr. Ruby told me I should have stood there and peed my pants...while standing in first class. 

Classy. 

And of course, awkward.