D.C. Trip

Jesse and I just got back from Washington D.C. We stayed with my brother and his girlfriend and got to see all kinds of awesome things; cool historical stuff even. The fact that we even made it to D.C. is kind of a miracle though, because...well...I forgot my driver's license. Yes, I AM dumb. But it runs in the family, so it's all good. :)

Here's what happened: Our flight left at 6 AM. Jesse is definitely not a morning person, so he was already a little grouchy. Plus, I had printed out our itinerary the day before and had put it in my purse so I wouldn't forget it, but somehow it jumped outta there and walked away, because I haven't seen it since. So Jesse was even more irritated from finding that out first thing in the morning. Bless his heart...I was trying to make up for it though, so since I had checked us in online the day before, I got our bags checked by the guy outside, who also printed our boarding passes and itinerary for us. We skipped all those losers in the big long line inside. Yay, one point for me. :)

So, we headed toward the security checkpoint, and on the way up to the TSA agent, I stopped dead in my tracks as my stomach plummeted to the ground. I realized that MY LICENSE WAS IN MY OTHER PURSE AT HOME. I threw my hands up to my face and just stared at Jesse in total, complete horror because holy hell, talk about him being PISSED. I just knew we'd have to cancel our trip, because surely there was no way they would let me through without a license. Tears started streaming down my face. This was a bad situation. Real bad. And it was all my fault. I felt horrible.

We continued up to the agent and explained the situation to her, and I swear, she was an angel. She was so sweet. She said, "Honey, don't cry. Everything's gonna be fine. We're gonna get you on that plane, don't you worry. Just look through your wallet and show me anything with your name on it." I fumbled through my wallet and found an old RSU student ID with my picture on it, and my Social Security card. "Perfect," she said. "You just go right on through here and stop that crying. Everything's just fine now." And she smiled at me, and another lady opened up the other security line and let us go through that one so we could get right on through. I freakin' love Oklahomans. :)

When we got to D.C. and told my brother and his girlfriend what had happened, they were completely shocked that we'd been allowed on the plane. Looking back on it, I'm still surprised about it myself, but sooo thankful that we made it and everything worked out. But since we weren't interested in staying in D.C. permanently, we had my dad overnight my ID to us so we could fly back home, because D.C. people are definitely not nice and understanding about things like that. They get pissed at you if you stand on the wrong side of the escalator, so trying to get on a plane without an ID? Nut uh. Wouldn't happen there. But daddy saved the day and we made it home without a problem.

Of course, how daddy saved the day is another story in and of itself. He and Mom were on their way to our house when they saw a big cloud of smoke. Dad thought it was by our house but they weren't entirely sure until they got closer to our addition. My cousin/neighbor called them asking them where we were, because there was a big fire right by our addition and they were getting stuff together just in case it was heading our way and wanted us to be able to do the same. But Dad could tell the fire wasn't heading in our direction, thank God, so they didn't call us until after the fact.

Anyway, in order to get my license, he had to break into my car and open the garage with the garage door opener. One of our neighbors saw him breaking into my car and came over to help him. Although when he found out it wasn't Dad's car he backed off real quick until Dad and my cousin explained the situation to him. He said he grew up "in the hood" in Detroit and could get 'em into that car real quick. I know, comforting, right? But anyway, I was thankful he helped Dad. Of course, getting into my car was only half the battle. Once he was over that hurdle, Dad had to break into our house because we had the door going from the house to the garage locked. But that was no problem for him. Good ol' fire-fightin', lock-pickin' skills. I'm just glad he didn't break down the door. :) Then of course, he had to find the license in my purse, which I later found out was no problem for him, since he just turned it over and dumped everything out. Good thing I didn't have my little vibrator in there, huh? ;)

So the moral of the story is this: if you're gonna fly, bring your ID, and always hide your sex toys.

The End.