Usually when I travel it's no problem: I sail into one airport and (eventually, often with some stops in between) out of another. Nothing interesting happens, and that is certainly a good thing when it comes to the actual transit part of travel.
Some days, though .......
I arrived at the airport two hours early, after saying goodbye to P. and his mom, M., who has come in to house sit and look after the P-man while I'm out of the country. I go to the express check in counter (hooray for the small benefits of traveling too much! ;) and I get my first heart stopper: the woman isn't sure my passport has enough time left on it. It expires this year, but not exactly soon and I certainly haven't had enough time in the country to apply for a new one. My plan was to do so as soon as I return from this trip. So here I am being told that they might not even let me out of Canada?! *sigh* She checks into it some more, I point out that I do have a return ticket, that I travel in and out of Europe rather regularly, etc ... and she decides that, yes, I will be allowed to travel around Europe at least one more time on my current passport. Holy heart attacks!
I brought a guitar with me this time, a small one to be sure but not small enough to just through in the Lufthansa overheads and so Air Canada makes me put it into the oversized baggage. I swear that it must be the smallest oversized bag in the load. Unfortunately the Russian junior hockey team and the Swedish ski team are simultaneously wreaking havoc on the oversized baggage security check. You can't make this stuff up.
I'm in that line for nearly 40 minutes when I decide that I need to take matters into my own hands here and so beg my way to the front of the line as my flight will leave without me otherwise. Social skills are useful. :)
Next stop: security. Of course, the line is horrendously long. I've never been through that side of YYC when it was that long. I was going to miss my flight now for sure. Not.
I walked right past the line, waited for the fellow who checks people's boarding passes at the entrance to finish with his current passenger and then interjected myself. I asked the people who were next for just a moment's grace and then pleaded my case to the gatekeeper. Turns out ... he used to work in oversized baggage and completely empathized. He said with an empathetic smile, "I probably shouldn't, but just this time ... just go through. I know how bad oversize can be!"
With the final hurdle cleared, I am now sitting at the boarding gate waiting for boarding to commence. Thankfully YYC now has free wifi so I can blog my pain in near real time. ;)
Porto, here I come!