Snakes On A Plane

Traveling over the holidays seems to resemble that computer game I played in elementary school, Oregon Trail.  I never know if I am gonna make it to my destination or if I will end up getting killed by a rattle snake, dying of pneumonia or simply getting committed to a psych ward.  I typically love flying.  For me it’s a spa-like relaxation getaway!  Whether there is Wifi or not, I turn my phone off, and I get to escape from the endless texts, e-mails, messages that cause me so much stress and anxiety on the daily.  I flew out of LA.  I downloaded my TV shows and I was excited to catch back up with the Kardashian's.  I called my Lyft, and it said I would arrive at my destination in an hour and a half.  If you are familiar with LA, it should only take 30 minutes to get to the airport…naturally I was riddled with stress (that I was suddenly an hour behind schedule).  Having paid $750 for a ticket to Minnesota (that typically costs $250) I was not about to miss my flight.  My Lyft driver arrived and I was greeted with a smell I can best describe as rotten garbage mixed with a Taco Bell turd.  I don’t know how I made it an hour and a half and only breathing through my mouth, but I am constantly surprised at my endless array of talents...  I got to the airport just in time to be one of those douche bags that cuts the holiday lines through security, and on the plane I went… cuddled gently next to a water buffalo who most definitely should have purchased 2 seats (as he filled up his whole seat and half of mine).  We ended up bonding…  and by that, I mean I watched Kourtney find a new romance on the Kardashian's, while baby beluga quietly watched over my shoulder (with me).  #SquadGoals.