The final hours of vacation tend to make everyone feel more anxious. There are only so many things that you have control over and the rest is left up to the competence of whatever airline you chose, presumably the one with the least expensive seats. It makes sense that certain aspects of travel may increase ones anxiety. It also makes sense that in order to manage those feelings, one might want to arrive at the airport on the earlier side to make sure there isn’t a problem getting through the security line or returning the rental car. But when does making sense become senseless?
The airport is approximately twenty minutes away from my grandparents house, so having a fight at 7:18pm would really call for us to leave some time around 5pm right?Maybe normal people would do that, you know, the recommendation is to have two hours in the airport before your flight time.We left at 4pm and arrived at Palm Beach International around 4:20pm.
If you’ve ever been to PBI, you know that it’s not a very “food friendly” airport.There are a couple of places to stop in on your walk to the gate, but no food court or really anything worthwhile. Realizing that there was nowhere to eat and three hours to kill before our flight, my parents and I decided to leave the airport and go on a mini adventure.
We ended up at City Place, which only took us about five minutes to get to.As we walked around, it became imperative that my dad find coffee, so he went into the first Starbucks we saw.My mom and I continued to walk around, sticking our heads in a couple of shops here and there.
After a quick discussion, we thought it would be a good idea to celebrate today’s national food holiday, National Croissant Day.I also knew that I really wasn’t going to be having any dinner tonight because of the fight time, so I needed to get some nourishment.Obviously, a croissant is the most nourishing meal to eat for dinner…
We texted my dad and asked him to get a croissant while he was at Starbucks.He agreed and my mom and I continued to walk around.We decided to stop in a cheese shop (after going into a French macaron store, an ice cream and candy boutique, and Panera Bread).This place had a lot of fancy cheeses and gourmet groceries.As we strolled around the store, my mom stopped dead in her tracks and showed me a miniature bakery case on a counter that contained literally two croissants.At this point, we hadn’t heard any confirmation from my dad regarding whether or not he could purchase a croissant in Starbucks, so we felt like the next logical decision was to buy one.
Cut to about three minutes later.We are about to pay for the croissant when in walks my dad with a Starbucks shopping bag in his hand.Apparently, he was successful at Starbucks and not only purchased one croissant, but ended up buying two.My mom and I are standing in front of the cashier while he is in the process of ringing us up for, what turns out to be, my third croissant.We looked at each other like “what do we do?” and I just said to her, “we can’t put it back, it’s fine, he’s not paying attention.”This comment was directed towards my dad who was busy reading the calorie count to serving size ratio on a package of Smarties.
The three of us decided to sit down for a bit before heading back to the airport.Not able to control our laughter, my mom and I told my dad what had happened with all of the croissants.His response was positive, because now he would be able to eat one of them!I, obviously, was going to have the other two.
While waiting at the gate, I had my first croissant, the one from the cheese shop.It was one of the best croissants I’ve ever had, seriously.The inside was thick and soft like a popover and the outside was flaky and buttery.So flaky in fact, that pieces got stuck in between the holes of the knit sweater I was wearing.These croissant flakes were hiding like Frank Abagnale Jr. being chased by Agent Hanratty in “Catch Me If You Can.”
The final hours of vacation tend to make everyone feel more anxious. There are only so many things that you have control over and the rest is left up to the competence of whatever airline you chose, presumably the one with the least expensive seats. It makes sense that certain aspects of travel may increase ones anxiety. It also makes sense that in order to manage those feelings, one might want to arrive at the airport on the earlier side to make sure there isn’t a problem getting through the security line or returning the rental car. But when does making sense become senseless?
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SOOOOOOOOOO FUNNNNNNNNYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
I wish i had one right now