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On Monday, we met up with Becca again at her house, and went to Boychik’s Deli for breakfast again. Ken met us there. We decided that we would go back over to the shopping center where we had eaten dinner the night before and go to the New Balance Shoe Store. Fabgrandpa really needed a good pair of shoes. It didn’t take long for us to get waited on. The saleswoman measured his feet, and brought out the shoes we picked right away. It was probably only twenty minutes from walk in to walk out. He wore his new shoes out of the store.
From there we went shopping at another craft store. A.C. Moore Arts & Crafts has some really inexpensive goodies for crafters. I bought some beads for making a couple of necklaces, some glitter heat transfer vinyl for my Cricut, and various other crafty things. I also got a great deal on blank T shirts as they were only 4/$10, or $2.50 each. The best price I have found in stores near me is $3.50. When I came out of the store, I found my three companions sitting outside enjoying the sunshine and nice weather. Can you tell they are amused at me for taking their picture?
They were sitting under this cherry tree which was in full bloom. It was gorgeous, and I was taking so many pictures of it, and that is probably why they were trying not to laugh at me.
Ken had to get back to work so we drove him back over there. Then Fabgrandpa, Becca, and I went back to her house one last time. We hugged and hugged some more, and said our goodbyes. She took Fabgrandpa’s old shoes, and my Penzey Spices so she could ship them to us. I did not want to take them with us because I was afraid that TSA would confiscate them at airport security.
We were really early getting to the airport, but we wanted to miss the afternoon traffic on I-95. We arrived with plenty of time to spare, and turned in our rental car. The Enterprise employee called for the airport wheelchair assistance for us, and pretty soon the attendant showed up with two wheelchairs. He was a pretty big guy and was able to push both of us along with our luggage. Again, he was very very pleasant, talking with us along the way, and asking us if we needed to stop for a restroom break or for food. I can not tell you how impressed I was with the service from the employees of the contractor who supplied the wheelchair service.
We got to the security check point, and all was going good until my things went through the scanner. I had packed a bottle of Aveda Moisturizer that I bought in Carytown and paid $41 for. It was 3.5 ounces, 1.5 ounces more than is allowed by law. I was about to cry, because Aveda has the best moisturizer ever, and because it was $41. I was begging and told that TSA person that I am old, I NEED my moisturizer, and for goodness sake, I’m on Social Security and I spent $41 for that tiny bottle of moisturizer. At that point, just before I burst into tears, the agent put my bottle of moisturizer back in my toiletry bag and waved me through. I know it was not supposed to happen that way, but what would you do if it was you? I probably should have left it with Becca to be shipped to me with all the other things.
After all that, we got to our departure gate about two and a half hours early. While it was going to be a long wait, we thought it would be a ot better than sitting in traffic on the interstate. We had also decided to get something eat after we got to the gate. But, as soon as we got to the gate, the gate attendant for Delta asked us if we would like to get on the flight that was just getting ready to take off. We said, yes, of course we would! So, they checked our bags, since we were the last ones to board the plane, and we were taken right on the plane, and got the first seats in coach, in row 10. It was nice to get close to the front of the plane, but the seats were really close together, and we are both fat, so we were scrunched in like a couple of sardines! And, because there was no seat in front of us, there was no lap tray. Well, there was one, but it folded out of the arm rest between us, and because we were so packed in there, we couldn’t get it out, LOL!
The air traffic in the Atlanta sky kept us circling for about a half hour. We finally got on the ground, to the gate and off the plane, where wheelchairs were waiting for us. The attendant, again, was such a cheerful guy, and took us all the way to baggage claim, and then out to the shuttle parking for off site parking garages. It was good to be almost home. While this may not have been the most exciting trip I have ever written about, it was one that I thoroughly enjoyed. I loved seeing my daughter’s new home, and all the hugs I got from her. I hope to be able to see her again soon. I was also really happy to learn that there is airport wheelchair assistance available. Where are you planning to go on your next trip? I think we are going to Arizona next.