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I am the heroine in a sitcom. Probably.
Feb. 25th, 2022 05:36 amSo, yesterday after getting through security in the Atlanta airport, I lost my driver's license. Literally I showed the guy my license and boarding pass, put my junk in a bin, walked through the scanner, and couldn't find my ID on the other side.
Then, we went through about 45 minutes of turbulence right before Albuquerque, so I threw up discreetly and genteelly into a Baby Care Bag (they don't even call them Airsickness Bags anymore apparently).
I checked before I got on the plane in Atlanta that I could actually come back from Albuquerque without ID, and looks like my credit card and vaxx card will be enough to let them do an identity check. Also the sister of the friend I am staying with has evidently made a career of losing her ID when traveling and has never had problems getting on the plane.
These events have definitely conspired to make me feel like a redneck rube who has never traveled beyond county lines. How glorious that at least the colleague that graciously transported me to the airport was in first class (she has just finished successful treatment for breast cancer and a tumor on her spine found in the course of her cancer treatment so her dad got her first class tickets as a birthday gift) and thus was not witness to my demure regurgitation.
Naturally, this means my story arc must be on the ascendant. Clearly I will be unanimously elected grand emperor of this conference today despite no such position formerly existing. Also, I will be offered a single author book deal and the editorship of a collection of essays and Terry Gross is probably going to want to interview me about my meteoric rise from puke to power.
I will, of course, remember all you little people.
Then, we went through about 45 minutes of turbulence right before Albuquerque, so I threw up discreetly and genteelly into a Baby Care Bag (they don't even call them Airsickness Bags anymore apparently).
I checked before I got on the plane in Atlanta that I could actually come back from Albuquerque without ID, and looks like my credit card and vaxx card will be enough to let them do an identity check. Also the sister of the friend I am staying with has evidently made a career of losing her ID when traveling and has never had problems getting on the plane.
These events have definitely conspired to make me feel like a redneck rube who has never traveled beyond county lines. How glorious that at least the colleague that graciously transported me to the airport was in first class (she has just finished successful treatment for breast cancer and a tumor on her spine found in the course of her cancer treatment so her dad got her first class tickets as a birthday gift) and thus was not witness to my demure regurgitation.
Naturally, this means my story arc must be on the ascendant. Clearly I will be unanimously elected grand emperor of this conference today despite no such position formerly existing. Also, I will be offered a single author book deal and the editorship of a collection of essays and Terry Gross is probably going to want to interview me about my meteoric rise from puke to power.
I will, of course, remember all you little people.
