I felt this nervousness rush over me. I hoped that I wouldn't get caught. My carry-ons ran through the conveyor belt. He was rumbling through my stuff. I imagined the others whispering, pointing it out on the screen. I walked though, red lights began to flash and the alarm began to ring.
BUSTED.
The TSA (Transportation Security Administration) man, took me outside of the airport. "I don't know why it rang," he said as we walked out.
He and I were in my car. He drove. (I'm not fond of driving, especially with people.) He drove around in circles throughout the airport. (I don't know why we were all of sudden in my car.) There was a third person in the car too. (Her voice sounded like my mom's.) She asked about the ringing alarm.
"I have a knife in my luggage that's why the alarm went off. I was hoping it wouldn't be noticed," I confessed to the TSA man and the third person. "It's a knife my brother gave me," I said sticking my hand behind my car seat.
The knife was hidden in the pouch of the car seat. "Well, I thought it was in my luggage."
"Where are we going?," I asked looking at the gas indicator. Oh no, I thought, it's empty! "We should exit out of here I need gas now."
The TSA man was talkative. (I can't remember any of our conversation.) He drove us out of the parking lot.
We drove on the freeway on a bridge, I looked out the windowshield and saw the city lights. It was a panned image of glowing, red and white city lights reflecting off of tall buildings and a charcoal sky.
My flight doesn't take off until 2 p.m. and I arrived at the airport at 9 .a.m.! I was going to Japan. I looked at the clock it was 10:30 a.m. I have plenty of time, I thought. "I'm really early I said," as I got out of the car.
... I'm somewhere else now. The TSA man is gone. I ran into my old friend, "Frank". (I only knew him for less than a year, but he felt like those people that I've known for years. He fit perfectly into my dull life.)
"Frankie!" I gave him a huge hug. We caught each other up on our lives. He seems to be happier, still lost in this world, but happy.
I told him I was going to Japan, then we got into a conversation about my brother's hospitalization from a few years back. (A true story. I don't remember what triggered that conversation.) That story about my brother's brush with death was a way for me to lecture him -to take care of himself. (We somewhat had an older sister, younger brother relationship.)
"Watch what you eat..." I urged Frank. He listened carefully as I told him the details.
... I was home now. I explained to my mom what happened at the airport. I looked at the time on the computer screen and it was now 2:19 p.m. I missed my flight. I didn't say anything to her about just missing my flight by 19 minutes, I let her kept talking in the background.
I felt nonchalant about the time. Oh well, I thought to myself, I'll find a later flight. I began to think of a story to tell customer service, so that I won't have to pay for another ticket. I kept thinking that I will find another flight to Japan that was delayed.
BUSTED.
The TSA (Transportation Security Administration) man, took me outside of the airport. "I don't know why it rang," he said as we walked out.
He and I were in my car. He drove. (I'm not fond of driving, especially with people.) He drove around in circles throughout the airport. (I don't know why we were all of sudden in my car.) There was a third person in the car too. (Her voice sounded like my mom's.) She asked about the ringing alarm.
"I have a knife in my luggage that's why the alarm went off. I was hoping it wouldn't be noticed," I confessed to the TSA man and the third person. "It's a knife my brother gave me," I said sticking my hand behind my car seat.
The knife was hidden in the pouch of the car seat. "Well, I thought it was in my luggage."
"Where are we going?," I asked looking at the gas indicator. Oh no, I thought, it's empty! "We should exit out of here I need gas now."
The TSA man was talkative. (I can't remember any of our conversation.) He drove us out of the parking lot.
We drove on the freeway on a bridge, I looked out the windowshield and saw the city lights. It was a panned image of glowing, red and white city lights reflecting off of tall buildings and a charcoal sky.
My flight doesn't take off until 2 p.m. and I arrived at the airport at 9 .a.m.! I was going to Japan. I looked at the clock it was 10:30 a.m. I have plenty of time, I thought. "I'm really early I said," as I got out of the car.
... I'm somewhere else now. The TSA man is gone. I ran into my old friend, "Frank". (I only knew him for less than a year, but he felt like those people that I've known for years. He fit perfectly into my dull life.)
"Frankie!" I gave him a huge hug. We caught each other up on our lives. He seems to be happier, still lost in this world, but happy.
I told him I was going to Japan, then we got into a conversation about my brother's hospitalization from a few years back. (A true story. I don't remember what triggered that conversation.) That story about my brother's brush with death was a way for me to lecture him -to take care of himself. (We somewhat had an older sister, younger brother relationship.)
"Watch what you eat..." I urged Frank. He listened carefully as I told him the details.
... I was home now. I explained to my mom what happened at the airport. I looked at the time on the computer screen and it was now 2:19 p.m. I missed my flight. I didn't say anything to her about just missing my flight by 19 minutes, I let her kept talking in the background.
I felt nonchalant about the time. Oh well, I thought to myself, I'll find a later flight. I began to think of a story to tell customer service, so that I won't have to pay for another ticket. I kept thinking that I will find another flight to Japan that was delayed.
- My greatest dream is to travel the world. I'd love to have Adam Richman ("Man vs. Food/Food Nation") and Guy Fieri's ("Diners, Drive-Inn, and Dives") jobs. Get paid to eat and travel the country?Yes, please! I would just love to be a travel writer or even tour with a band for a summer as their roadie.
- My biggest dilemma is that I'm in debt. That could be why I never got on that plane. I can't afford to travel right now.
- I miss "Frank." I wonder if he's thought about me.
- I seem to give good advise to others, but I never seem to listen to my own.
- Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time... to follow my dreams.
- Oh, and I've been meaning to put that knife back into my car.
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