Home Sweet Home

I am home in NY for the holidays. I arrived Friday night after a very bumpy and odd flight. I should have known I was in for a long day when I was flagged in the security line for a bag check and pat down. All because I had a few candles and magnets in my bag that I was giving as gifts. Even the security guard who came to clear me was annoyed he had been called over. Rediculous but I smiled and laughed because I had time to spare and he was easy on the eyes. Hey I get action were I can these days. Anyway I sat and watched some man paw threw my underware and then take the items in question back to the xray to prove it was in fact a candle. I repacked my bag and just as I sat in the waiting area with my starbucks I hear my name being called to go to the gate. First flash is my mother has tracked me down but then that seems odd so then I thought they are taking my bag bc it is slightly to big to be a carry on. Turns out they wanted me to move seats to help a mother and child sit together. I was happy to do it and went back to the waiting area. That is where I saw a couple that I literally prayed to the Lord above not to sit next to. They had to be in their upper 70s, wealthy New York couple, loud and dressed somewhat eccentric. Him in a simple suit and her all black with a kelly green hat and plaid Prada bag. I said ok just loud NY couple, welcome home. I ignored her asking the men at the gate what food they offer then ignored her telling her husband that they should find food then again maybe not. Ignored the staring at people who she felt were beneath her. BUT I could not ignore what happened next. She took off her jacket to reveal a skin tight black top and leggings. No bra and when you are wearing a size too small a black top will become see through. Oh yes I saw everything. Nauseated I entered the plane. The rest of the flight was not as strange. I met a woman named Sara who sat a few seats away from me. Typical Californian, blond, tan skin, 40ish, brought snacks which she shared with everyone. Wasabi peas and carrots. Next to her was Emily who was 12, lives with her dad most of the year and her mother the rest. Her mom is remarried and living in NY. Now I dont ask people questions or talk. I just smile and it pours out of them. I listen and enjoy hearing their stories. I am happy to be in NY.