Airport Closed Due To Rogue Helicopter Moms

, , , , , | | Related | July 11, 2019

(I am about to start a semester abroad, my first real experience living abroad which I am, admittedly, nervous for. My mother and I have woken up at about three in the morning in order to make the four-hour trip to the airport. I have a bad habit of not worrying about things and assuming I can figure it out if things go south. My mother is the exact opposite and worries endlessly. This happens about two hours into the trip.)

Mum: “Oh! Did you bring your passport?”

Me: “Yes, of course, I did.” *still checks*

Mum: “Just checking.”

Me: “Can’t catch the plane if I didn’t, anyway.”

(A little later.)

Mum: “Are you sure you’ve got your accommodation sorted?”

Me: “I better f****** hope so; otherwise, I’m just going to have to figure something out.”

Mum: “Wait, so you do have it sorted?”

Me: “Yeah, Mum. Please, can you chill out? I’m nervous, too, but you’re not helping.”

(A little while later:)

Mum: “Do you have your boarding pass?”

Me: “It’d be too late to do anything if I didn’t, so I don’t know why you are asking. Yes. Yes, I do, can you stop? You’re freaking me out.”

Mum: “All right, sorry…”

(After four and a half hours, we are nearing the airport.)

Mum: “Are you sure your passport is in date?”

Me: “Why would you ask me that?! Why would it even occur to you to ask me that?! No! No, I am not sure! I was sure, but now I’m not! And even if it wasn’t, what could we possibly do at this point to fix the problem? All that question has done has made this more stressful than it needs to be!”

Mum: *starts laughing* “Because I’m crazy! I’m sorry!”

Me: “Don’t be sorry. Shut up! And before you ask, no, I have not checked if the airport has an infestation of airport alligators, and even if they do, we’re here now, so I’m just gonna have to deal with it!”

(We laughed until we got to the terminal, and my mum told the rest of my family when she got home. Now “Airport Alligators” is a family joke for unnecessary stress.)

Unfiltered Story #153730

, , | | Unfiltered | June 4, 2019

I’m the customer in this one. I had the bright idea to store my passport in the same pocket as my condoms. When I go to check in for my flight, I hand my passport to the attendant without noticing a condom snuck inside it. The attendant did notice it and glared at me telling me she’s not touching that. I quickly took bad and hid the condom and apologized and felt really stupid.

Unfiltered Story #151826

, , | | Unfiltered | May 26, 2019

(I’ve worked in lots of different places before, but it’s never had crazy customers like this before. A businessman in a suit with a crazed look in his face buys a luggage lock and frantically tries to open it. However, it’s in one of those plastic cases.)


(I’m in the middle of ringing up and checking other someone else. The angry man reaches over the other person, and shakes his palm in my face.)

Me: “Sir…I’m…trying to check out this line. If you’ll wait…”

Man: “I DON’T HAVE TIME TO WAIT MY FLIGHT’S IN A FEW MINUTES!” *shakes hand in my face again and again*

(When I try to ignore him, he huffs angrily and stomps his feet until my coworker comes over and carefully gives him some scissors, handle first. He snatches it, cuts his lock wrap up, slams it, blade first in our faces and runs off. I’m shocked because the blade nearly lands in our eyes. The manager who has seen it all, slowly dials security, and they catch the man. I guess he wound up missing his precious flight in the end, but I still quit a few days after that. Too much crazies for me. Sadly, that wasn’t the craziest person I encountered there.)

A Ride For Life

, , , , , | | Hopeless | May 24, 2019

Near Christmas time, I was on my way from Southern California to Kalamazoo, Michigan to visit my family. This trip was extra special to me, because my older brother was in the last stages of battling stage-four lung cancer. Every second that we could spend together was precious, so I was very frustrated when my next flight at O’Hare Airport was delayed due to weather.

While waiting at the gate, I struck up a conversation with a fellow traveler who was making his way from New Orleans to spend his holidays with his family in the Kalamazoo area. Although he was several years younger than me, we knew a lot of the same places and activities around the area where we grew up and had a grand time talking about anything and everything. We talked about what had led each of us to leave Michigan and what our lives and careers in our current home states were like, and I told him about how much this trip to spend the holidays with my brother for what I knew was the last time meant to me.

As we talked, the weather conditions in the air apparently worsened — even though I don’t recall it snowing — the flight kept being delayed, and finally, late into the evening, it was cancelled altogether. The airline offered nothing in the way of relief, there were no cars available to rent, and the flight was rescheduled for the next morning, about eight hours away. We were stuck in O’Hare overnight.

Since it was quite late and near the holidays — most travelers apparently got on their flights successfully — there were few food outlets still open. My new friend and I walked and walked through the massive airport until we found a coffee place, grabbed some food, and found a bench where to settle for the duration. I called my brother and told him about the delay, and couldn’t help but cry a few tears of frustration. My friend called his dad and they talked for a little bit, and we continued our conversation. Even though by that point we had been talking for hours, we weren’t running out of things to say, and I found myself thinking that if I were a few years younger and he didn’t have a girlfriend, this was a special man I would like in my life.

A while later, his dad called back, and my friend’s face lit up at the conversation. He turned to me and said, “Would you like a ride home?” His father decided that since the weather issues delaying the flights weren’t ones that affected driving, he was going to drive the two and a half hours to come to get his son. I gratefully accepted, then called my brother to let him know. He went all protective big brother on me and questioned, “Are you sure this person is okay?” I unhesitatingly replied yes, and in due time, the father arrived and drove us back to Michigan. My friend was asleep in the car when we arrived at my brother’s place. I quietly thanked the father and went upstairs to where my brother was still waiting up for me at three am.

I never got my friend’s full name and I never gave him mine, yet my few hours’ connection with him is one I will cherish for life. That holiday was indeed the last time I got to see my brother, as he passed away after a two-and-a-half-year fight the following February.

N, if you see this and remember, thank you and bless you.

Unfiltered Story #151034

, , , | | Unfiltered | May 17, 2019

(I am going through security at 4 am. I brought a bottle of water to drink during the car ride with the intention of throwing it out once I got to the airport. When I get through the scanner, I remember the water that wasn’t thrown out and notice that one of my bags has been pulled by an agent for further inspection.)

Me: “That’s my bag.”
Agent: “Oh, it’s yours?”
Me: “Yes, and it has a small bottle of water in it that I forgot to toss. That’s probably what set it off.”
Agent: *searches my bag, pulls out the water, rescans it and sends me on my way*
Me: “I can’t believe I did that.”

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