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[jess me and hannah on top of mauna kea]
Yup that’s snow in Hawaii
I get anxious when I fly. Funny isn’t it? I think I’ve probably flown more than the average joe, but for some reason I still get nervous. It’s not a I think I’m going to fall out of the sky nervous, but I still get anxious about it. Maybe it’s all the hoops you have to jump through to finally get to your gate.
Jess and I just got back from our Spring Break. We met up with a friend from Maryland on the Big Island and then went to Molokai and Maui too. Molokai was the last island we had to see before saying we had been on all of the six islands of Hawaii that we can get to.
Since we were camping on Molokai I had my camping backpack with me, I checked and double checked that any sharp object was checked in my checked luggage. Somehow on this flight Jess and I got to go in the TSA precheck lane, which is something we should sign up for since we travel pretty often.
I put my bag up on the belt, and walk through the metal detector. I’ve gotten into a pretty good routine at the security check points, I empty my pockets into my an easily accessible portion of my carryon bag. I’m not going to lie it’s frustrating to be behind people that have no such routine.
I clear the metal detector and wait for my bag to come through. Two TSA agents are staring at the screen pointing at something. At this point I’m thinking oh no, I must have left something sharp in my bag. The guy sitting at the screen smiles and says that’s gotta be vienna sausage. The lady looking over his shoulder turns to me and says “eh, lemme get one vienna sausage.” My bag comes out and I grab it, and say “nope, thats a can of spam.” To which she smiles and replies replies, “ho, why only one?”
I think what they say that they thought was vienna sausage was my camping cup. But I do carry a can of spam in my camping bag. In fact we fried up some spam and ate it with rice for dinner the night we camped.
I appreciate that while most every other airport in the world, security is marked by grumpy people, that in Hawaii they show some Aloha and make a usually unpleasant experience fun.
Hawaii I’m going to miss you.
