happy thanksgiving! it is officially the day after thanksgiving, black friday, and i am in sunny california on thanksgiving break untril sunday. I'm using the home computer right now because my laptop is upstairs, and i can't type well on this computer, so there will be typoes. you have been warned.
so I flew home on tuesday from Nashville to Los Angeles via the airport in kansas city, missouri. I've never been to kansas city, or even missouri. the closest i've come was the layover on tuesday. i dont really have any desire to visit the state either, although i found out my mom's side of the family used to live in missouri but they got kicked out during the civil war by federal and confederate armies. they lived in Lone Jack, missouri and i guess there was a battle there at some point during the civil war so my mom's family moved to california. that was like 5 generations ago.
so I was soooooo ready to go home by the time I left kentucky and drove to nashville on tuesday. I've been ready to go home since my flight landed in nashville after fall break. i was ridiculously excited. i got to the airport, parked, went through security, boarded the flight (that happened to be delayed by 30 minutes) and we were on our way on the hour and a half flight to kansas city, missouri. I read a book called kite runner. i love that book.
the plane landed at 7pm in kansas city, and my connector to los angeles was slated to take off at 7:10. i knew it would be a rush, so i hurried off the plane and out the gate, through a door, and into the terminal. i looked around. i realized that something was not right. i turned around and looked at the door i had just come out of.
it was then i realized i had exited the gate area and i had to go through security again if i wanted to catch my connecting flight.
WHAT?!?! WHY WOULD ANYONE SET UP AN AIRPORT LIKE THAT? THAT IS SO RIDICLOUS! the door to exit the gate area was like 10 feet away from the gate i exited out of, and there were like no signs or anything! who does that! who designs a freaking airport like that!??!?!?!??!?!
so I did what every other logical person would have done: I called my dad and started to cry. because crying solves everything. well my dad wanted none of my hysterics, so all I remember of him on the phone was him yelling into the receiver, "AMYLYNNE GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!!! AMYLYNNE!!! CALM DOWN!! LISTEN TO ME! AMYLYNNE! AMYLYNNE!! AMYLYNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
so I go up to the TSA agent and throw him my papers and he asks me how old i am. 18!!!! I cry. oh, he says. so I go through security and this nice old lady tsa woman was nice and we're set. so Icall dad back more calmly. but he tells me to just call him when i land in LA. so I call shanna, thinking she will listen to my rant. but she puts me on speakerphone so she can play her guitar and listen to my rant at the same time. this creates a huge echo in my phone and i cant hear her at all because all i can hear is my own stupid voice. so finally i said forget you and i hung up. then i boarded the plane and left.
30. i freaking hate the kansas city airport.