Where the Heck Am I?

Where the Heck Am I?

My first night in Prague at 1:00 p.m. I was in a karaoke bar with bars on the windows, thick smoke, bull riding on the big screen, and really bad singing.  The food consisted of fried pickles, Bill’s left over patty melt and french fries.  Oh wait – I am still in Dallas!

Due to the inefficiency of American Eagle airlines we were late to Dallas and missed our flight to London then Prague.  We were delayed in Memphis for 45 minutes because their computer could not print some necessary paperwork and then we had to sit on the tarmack in Dallas waiting for a gate. 

Our friends Ronnie and Charlene had to check in their carry on baggage at the plane so when we did land, they told Bill and I to run to the plane (we had 15 minutes to get to the international terminal before the flight left). Our job was to tell the pilot to hold up the plane until they got there.    The operative word here is “run.”  I have not run in about 10 years and did not know I could run.  I had a heavy backpack on and a purse.  Bill was carrying a small bag and also had on a heavy backpack.

I was determined to run like the old O.J. Simpson commercial and make it to that plane and save the day but the bag was so heavy.  Improvise!  I saw a wheel chair and ran over to get it to put our backpacks in.  Easier to push than carry on our backs, right?  I couldn’t get the brake off the wheelchair and it appeared that I was having a medical emergency.  A policeman came over and showed me how to release the break knowing that I was going to save a life.  I threw my backpack on there and ran like Forrest Gump.  I yelled ahead, “move” to everyone in my path and the seas of people parted like the Red Sea.  They all saw a chubby women with a wheelchair and knew I was going to save a life.  Bill couldn’t keep up with me and for a minute I lost him but I kept running.  By then I was in a froth.  They had “just closed the door to the plane” and could not open them.  Interpretation: they had upgraded 4 people to our first class seats. 

Charlene, who enjoys some fame in West Tennessee and thinks she can sweet talk people into things, said “I will handle this.”  I think she thought she could talk them into sending the plane back for us.  She started off dramatically tell the agent, Tung (that was his name), the whole story about this was our dream vacation and we had been planning it for a year and ……… Tung finally looked at her and asked for her tickets. 

While we were waiting for him to reschedule us she kept looking at me and telling me not to mess up the “angel wings” that surround her.  I didn’t see any thing flapping but she explained that I was giving off negative energy that would interfere with the angel wings.???????

Therefore, my first night of the trip was not Prague but at a gross little bar at 1:00 somewhere in Dallas. Leaving today.  Flying from Dallas to Madrid to Prague.  It only can get better from here.