My travel from Nebraska was not boring.
At the Omaha airport, my sugar substitute tripped the security machine and triggered a full search of my bag and a pat-down. They confiscated the sweetener. Sheesh!
I had a non-stop flight from Omaha to LA. Non-stop turbulence, that is. It wasn’t the worst bumpiness that I’ve experienced, but it was almost constant.
Announcements from the captain that the flight crew should be seated, and that we would be experiencing “significant turbulence” didn’t help matters.
By the time we landed, my jaw hurt from clenching, and I was exhausted from all the anxiety. I was so glad to be on the ground.
As we deplaned, they were making announcements to the people waiting to get onto our plane for the next flight. They said that everyone should use the bathroom before getting on the plane, because there might not be an opportunity to stand because of severe turbulence. I felt sorry for them.