SEPTEMBER 24, 2016
I wish there could be some kind of swashbuckling adventure story about how we got out of Charleston by the skin of our teeth, but alas, it is not to be.
No, we just got up super early, had breakfast in the Starbucks in the lobby of our hotel (because the call of pumpkin spice is strong, that's why) and we went back to the little airport to turn in our rental car. Steve doesn't have to go through proper security lines anymore because he has some kind of pre-checked thing (grumblegrumblegrumble) so I got in line with the rest of the peasants and got frisked by the TSA. This time my right ankle set off the body scan alert. Seriously, I know I have thick ankles, but they aren't that bad!
There was a lady in line with me who had a really neat tattoo, though. Around her thigh she had tattoo of a lace garter with an antique pistol stuck through it. I mean, you don't see that everyday!
So after that, we went to one of the shops so that I could get a snow globe that wouldn't get confiscated, and we waited on our plane to leave. Since our flight wasn't full, I ended up being able to move to a seat right next to an exit that had a lot of leg room! I think Steve wanted it, but he was nice enough to let me use it. Awwww.
We landed in Atlanta (have I mentioned how much I don't enjoy the Atlanta airport?) and our layover was long enough for us to have lunch and sit around for a while. We ended up on a flight full of kids going to Sci-Vis Space Camp (which is the program for visually impaired children) but we didn't say anything to them. At this point, I may not be the best ambassador for the place! Haha! Nah, I wouldn't have said anything to discourage them. I'm not a monster, after all! They were excited. I ended up sitting next to a lady on the trip home that had an almost visible bubble of "DON"T TALK TO ME" around her. I was ok with that.
Then we got home and that was that. I already miss it. Not the sweating, of course, but there is something about the place. I can't really explain it.
I think when I'm old, I'm going to move over to Charleston or Savannah... somewhere out there Old people don't mind the heat so much. I just need to find some people to go with me.