We hit the skies on Monday to head back to France. We flew out of Greensboro this time and expected the security process to go smoothly. After all, it’s a tiny airport and we typically make it through the security checks there in five minutes. Well, let’s just say this time we learned a few very valuable travel lessons.
Let me start by saying that I like to play it safe. I prefer to be early rather than to cut it close. My husband, on the other hand, much prefers the thrill of arriving at the last minute and being the last person to board the flight. We tend to compromise about what time we should arrive at the airport, going a tad later than I’d like, but a tad earlier than he’d prefer.
Well, let’s just say that this time we cut it a little too close. After taking our time saying our goodbyes in front of the security lane, we hopped in line with absolutely no one in front of us.
This should be a breeze, I thought to myself.
Boy, was I wrong….