Departure for the United States
WELL as most of you know, I'm in the beautiful city of Paris. "Why is it so beautiful?" You might ask Well my good friends, I'll tell you. Paris has beautiful women, architecture, and art. What more can I ask for? Actually there is something more I want from Paris; lower prices on everything. Even if i did wish to eat cheap at Macdo (McDonald's) It would be virtually impossible. Even a Mac double cost 2 euros. which is like $3. Do the math? NOT a deal!
This French advertisement endorses French Macdo but I will do just the opposite from now on. Stick it to the man. This is suppose to be about my departure; which might be entertaining to some of you. Saturday the 18th I wake up and did not start packing until about 2:30. My father wanted to leave by three and well that didn't happen. Because of my late packing. Anyway we proceeded to ORD and such.I Checked in and we ate then the family left. They probably raced home because all of my stuff was up for grabs. Yes my computer, room, and all is all up for dividing among my family. I do however plan on reclaiming them when I get back so don't get attached. ( i paint a bad portrait of my brothers don't believe it cept for when i complain about their grades)
As I make my way to the security check. I become nervous because its my worse fear to be stop and look like a fool. Well do not fear it happened three times. I basically had to take off everything cept my shirts and pants. Then I had something in my bag which made them search that too. After getting through security I was flustered and such. This led to me walking to the bathroom to gain composure.
Note: what is about to happen sounds really cliche but is totally true.
Well, I walk into the bathroom. Notice that there are no urinals. I say to myself " this is the international terminal so they don't have urinals because urinals are an american thing." Boy was i wrong! I finish my business and hear a womans voice. My worst fear have happened. I was in the womens bathroom! I was trapped I had no clue how to get out. Well, I had no choice but to listen for a clear moment then run out. Luckily noone was outside of the bathroom and I made it without looking like a fool. Whew!
Well that is all of my airport story. Next, I shall describe the most classy flight ever.
As I make my way to the security check. I become nervous because its my worse fear to be stop and look like a fool. Well do not fear it happened three times. I basically had to take off everything cept my shirts and pants. Then I had something in my bag which made them search that too. After getting through security I was flustered and such. This led to me walking to the bathroom to gain composure.
Note: what is about to happen sounds really cliche but is totally true.
Well, I walk into the bathroom. Notice that there are no urinals. I say to myself " this is the international terminal so they don't have urinals because urinals are an american thing." Boy was i wrong! I finish my business and hear a womans voice. My worst fear have happened. I was in the womens bathroom! I was trapped I had no clue how to get out. Well, I had no choice but to listen for a clear moment then run out. Luckily noone was outside of the bathroom and I made it without looking like a fool. Whew!
Well that is all of my airport story. Next, I shall describe the most classy flight ever.
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