As Beaner and I were sitting in the Sky Club, kicking off our adventure to Chicago and documenting it with photos, she posed a fair question, “Will this trip be reportable or recordable?” Most people who know us would probably put their money on both.
We enjoyed our beverages until Beaner noticed her fauxmosa (white wine, orange juice and tonic water – they didn’t have champagne) was causing an allergic reaction. As she puffed on her inhaler an overhead announcement was made, “Final boarding call for Chicago.” Looks like this trip was going to require exercise. We left our allergy-inducing drinks behind and made a run for the gate. Once out in the terminal the ‘final call’ announcements continued. “I must say, I prefer final call to last call,” I told Beaner while I ran ahead and she continued to puff on her inhaler. “Continue to run ahead. Let them know I have asthma,” she replied between gasps.
I arrived at the gate, winded but still breathing, and advised the gate agents that Beaner was close behind. Once on the plane, we took our seats and I looked down to find my left boob had bounced out of my bra while running so, though covered, it was looming above my bra. “Oops,” I told Beaner. “Maybe you should have worn a sports bra. As much as you don’t like to exercise, it seems we do a lot of running to the plane when we travel,” she advised, then took another puff.
To avoid further asthma, Beaner opted for a different drink on the plane and, to our surprise, the flight attendant comped all of our drinks. Beaner set up her drink, with the allergy medicine next to it, and took a picture. Thus far, the trip is totally recordable.