“Pardon me, ma’am. We’ll need to run that bag through the machine again.”
If you’ve been following along on this adventure, you know that on our last morning on the Cape, Rosemary and I strolled to our neighborhood beach (1/2 a block away) to get our toes in the water, look for pretty rocks and shells, and pick up some sand with which to display said rocks & shells.
Then after a mildly harrowing drive to Boston—our rental car decided to flash random warning messages, hesitate on hills, AND we lost our GPS signal at a crucial point, but all was well in the end—we finally arrived, checked in, and went through security.
At least, we tried.
See, Rosemary’s bag was heavy-laden with rocks, shells, and a large-ish zip baggie of wet sand, so she had to distribute the weight to avoid a fee. I got the books, Vikki ended up with the sand. Which, when going through the x-ray machine at security, caused a few moments of concern. Let this be a lesson to you: sand looks like scary stuff under the x-ray.
But all was well—eventually—and the sand made it home. FYI, if I ever fly to Boston again I will always choose Southwest Airlines. We waited 2 minutes to check in, there was no line at the special Southwest gates security, and the gates are all conveniently close at hand. Not to mention that they only have one baggage carousel, so there’s no wandering about wondering where your bags are going to turn up.
We arrived home in good order—all our glass arrived unbroken and my wonderful chair is well, as well. (Unfortunately, the swing stand is too low for it, but I have a cunning plan.)
It was a fabulous vacation! We’re already making a list of things to do and places to go next time. Until then…