I had already seen all the things worth watching on the in-flight entertainment, but that was OK, because I got to watch the woman two seats away who, between her terror over every little bump and her drama over her special-meal selection was more entertainment than any movie on a tiny seat back screen. Did I mention that she looked and sounded just like Rosie O'Donnell? If Rosie O'Donnell was six feet tall.
I found a great way to get through passport control, though. If the line is forever long, out into the hallway in fact, just be sure to have an exhausted, screaming, screaming toddler in a stroller. Everyone urges you to cut the line. In fact, someone started up a yell, "Let her through! Let her through!" and people let us cut all the way to the very front. Worked like a charm.
On the outside Uncle M and Aunt L were waiting. What a joy and relief to see them!
Oh good! She fits as carry-on luggage. |
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