Who doesn't love a good outing to the airport?

Yesterday i flew home to Arizona to visit my fam for a few days. I have been very excited for this because it means I get to do all of my favorite things. Hang out with my family, Lay out, Shop, workout whenever I want, sleep in, play games, see movies, eat at really good places...you get the drift. So, after arriving at the airport I proceed on to security....so degrading...I'm sure you agree. Take of your shoes, jackets with buttons, jewelry, pants with safety pins all down the sides, and walk through this monitor like a herd of cattle while we look through all your stuff. Not like I have anything to hide, but I always wonder what the people think of me as I walk through the little monitor because I always seem to put my best "I am innocent and not hiding anything" face...and smile, hoping all the time they won't have me be the random selected passenger who gets wanded. Anyways...I made it through there safe, redress myself, and go up to my gate. I find a place to sit to wait until my plane boards. One think I love about the airport is it really brings out the best of the people watcher in me. I can't get enough of what is going on, pure entertainment. I see this lady to my left who is probably mid 20's blond, and taking advantage of the warm weather with a pair of sweet daisy dukes. She at some point grabs one of the plane serviceman (you know the ones in orange vests who wave the glowsticks) and seems to be complaining to him about how stressed out she is. Next thing i know he's gone momentarily and returns back to her with an ice cold can of coke. What is this a commercial? Do I need to start wearing booty shorts and complaining to people I've never met before so they'll come running to my aid with 32 oz. diet Dr. Pepper? incredible! This scene was interrupted by a sudden burst of Mariah Carey "all I want for christmas is you" I look to my right where the noise is coming from and it is none other than a middle aged Indian man's ringtone. I had to laugh to myself at that one, and repeatedly did so the 5 other times it rang before our flight took off. Finally our flight boarded, and I grabbed my luggage. (Might I add I'm not much of a light packer, so I'm always very proud of myself when i can carry on.) I flew southwest and snagged an "A" boarding pass so I was one of the first to get on. I found a seat near the front by the window...yesssss...and threw one bag on to it so I could get my other one in the overhead bin. As I tried to get it into the overhead bin it wasn't sliding as easily as I'd like, and all I kept seeing was flashes of Meet the Parents in my head. I was waiting for the flight attendant to come and take my bag away from me when this kind, tall gentleman came behind me and shoved it on in. Thank you sir. An hour and a half later I landed in Phoenix, where my daddy-o came and picked me up. On the way home he asked if I wanted to stop for a diet DP. I am my father's daughter. I'm so glad I made it ok, and I'm SO happy to be here!!