By Mel McConaghy
Our journey to catch our cruise ship ended when our plane landed in Los Angeles, and we disembarked.
We were met at the airport by a person holding a little paddle with the name of our cruise line on it, who directed us to where we could pick up our luggage.
We then waited, standing around an elongated stainless steel carousel that had a stainless steel chute leading to it. There was nothing on it. I thought, ‘Oh my God, Barbara was right, they lost our luggage!’ as I shot a quick glance at her. She was standing there with a pleasant smile on her face, totally unaware of the situation, trusting that her husband had things ‘handled’.
While standing there, I spotted a pleasant looking gray haired old lady jogging across the terminal like a geriatric Olympic athlete. The reason that I noticed her, was that she was carrying a cane, and the way she was overtaking everyone else, the last thing that woman needed was a cane. I resumed praying for the lost luggage to come tumbling down the chute. When a half a dozen or so bags did come down, none were ours. I felt a sudden pain in my foot, and looking down, saw a cane planted firmly on the top of my shoe. On the other end of it, was the Olympian senior, who had used it with the skill of an accomplished fencer, to slash and parry her way along the edge of the carousel and jockey her way to the front of the line. Every time that a few more bags dribbled down the carousel, she leaned over to examine them carefully, which had led to my sudden pain in the foot.
There was a feeling of anticipation as everyone waited, and then, like a volcanic eruption, bags began flowing over the edge, tumbling down onto the carousel. There was a mad scramble as people fought for their bags. I stood there in awe, watching the skill with which this little old lady used her cane to make sure that she got her luggage first. I thought, ‘How’d she ever get that wooden cane through security? I bet that gray haired old gal could easily hijack an airplane the way she wielded that wooden weapon!
We retrieved our lost luggage, and to Barbara’s delight (and my relief), it was all there.
We then went to board our bus. The crusty Crusader with the cane followed our guide, so closely that she kept hitting the poor girl with the cane, much to the guide’s irritation. When the bus driver opened the door, and was about to step down, the little gray haired old lady made a beeline for the door. She swept everyone in her way aside with that cane, including the driver, who was already halfway down the stairs. That old gal left no doubt in anyone’s mind, the seat behind the driver was all hers.
Barb And Mel’s Wondrous Adventure Part 1
Barb And Mel’s Wondrous Adventure Part 2
Barb And Mel’s Wondrous Adventure Part 3
Barb And Mel’s Wondrous Adventure Part 4
Barb And Mel’s Wondrous Adventure Part 5
Barb And Mel’s Wondrous Adventure Part 6
My Life Through a Broken Windshield by Mel McConaghy
Mel McConaghy is a retired trucker and author from Prince George, British Columbia. Mel’s tales are his views of life “through a broken windshield”. They are entertaining and humorous in a folksy style.
Visit Mel’s website at www.melmcconaghy.com