The Worst Plain Ride Ever!

I was reading my sister sarah's Blog and I found a story I would like to share with all of you. The story is TRUE and It happend just this past summer and it is written in Sarahs point of view.



Alas! It was time for Lizzy an I to fly to Utah and see our wonderful sister and brother in law! We had been so excited and we couldn't wait to be able to do loads of shopping(well more me with that one) and go camping and just to be able to have a little time withou the parentals would be nice. Anyhoo, we had my best friend, Kaitlyn's wonderful father, take us to the airport seeing as he also had a flight to catch.
As we are making our trip there he begins the ever famous "Hey guys what direction are we going?" game. Along with other various questions, most of which I have no clue of the answer. Then he starts talking to me about boys and I decide to joke with him and start talking about kissing and he goes "Ah man! You made me go the wrong way because you're talking about nasty stuff!" My plan worked, it got him off that subject very quickly! Haha so readers take note, if your parents or any other adult for that matter starts talking to you about the boys in your life, just start telling them about how you plan to execute your first kiss and they will surely drop the subject, espesially if you make it sound really gushy. Plus it's a blast to see their faces as you tell your story. Trust me it will work, at least with a man, women may be harder to drop the suject.
So after we had arrived at the airport we went to the front desk to pick up our tickets. The man there looked at us and asked our ages. Lizzy says, "I'm 14", and I say, "I'm 15". (Not anymore though!) With what happens next I just thought, we should have lied! He escorted us to a different desk and the man there told us that I being 15 could not escort a minor being 14 onto a plane. She was less than a month away from being 15 for heaven's sake! Anywhays, they then put a big red bracelet on Lizzy's wrist with capitol letters that say MINOR on it, and made us pay $100 extra for reasons completely unknown. This ticked me off soooo bad! I mean come on people, like paying more money would make me any more responsible than I already was! Idiots! I decided just to put the anger about that incident in the back of my mind because we were going to have so much fun! Little did I know what was going to happen next.
So we check our bags on, go through security, and go to the waiting area till we can board the plane. The man in at the information dest by the boarding gate spotted the bracelet lizzy was wearing and took our tickets and decided that we were too young and stupid to know how to board the plane ourselves so he handed us over to another person who was incharge of helping the old people in wheelchairs. When we get to the actual plane door a flight attendant with one of those big smiles plastered to her face takes our tickets and holds onto them. Since when did she have the right to do that?! That ticket was mine! We were then handed off to another flight attendant who must have thought yet again, "These girls must me too stupid to get to their own seats, so i'll just take them there myself." She also decided to make small talk the entire way to where we were seated, which was near the back of the plane so it took what seemed like an eternity to get there. Lucky us! NOT! "Have you girls done his before?" she said. "Yeah, like a billion times" I said back to her with the evil eye. "Oh good so you must be a pro at this" she says. Eventually we got to our seats. Whew! I was so glad that was over, I was so mad! But glad it was over. Ohhh boy was I wrong! Because the next thing I saw was that first flight attendant walking down the isle, that wreched smile still plastered to her face. I think it even grew a little! Ohhh man, what next?! She had come to tell us that we were to stay put on the plane after everyone else unloaded until they came to get us! How could they do this to us?! We had lives to live, places to go, people to see, shopping to do! And once again I thought that this nightmare couldn't get any worse. Well I bet you know what I'm going to say next, IT DID!
After the plane FINALLY landed, we waited there for about 20 minutes and the flight attendant came back to us and told us we could feel free to go sit in the first class seats! Whoopdy FREAKIN doo! Like that was going to help! So when we got out of the boarding hall and into the actual airport a woman stopped at the desk there and asked to another woman, "Do you want me to take them to Dusty's Den?" What in the world was Dusty's Den?! So they loaded some kids up on the little vehicles that older people ride through the airport in. Oh no, I was NOT going to go throught this airport on that with all these people watching me. So I didn't, we walked there with the woman. But we would'nt follow her, we just walked right beside her. And since we were doing that when she took the left turn we took about 2 steps more before we realized she had turned, but not before she said, "No no girls, nice try!" Oh no she did not just say that to us! She was accusing us of trying to escape! We weren't trying to, but i'll tell you, I wouldn't blame anyone for running for dear life from this hell hole emprisonment. So we turned into the place where she had giuded us and yes, Dusty's Den was exactly what I had guessed it was, a kiddy corner. NOOOOO!!! This was torture! Lizzy and I just stood at the back wall to wait when one f the workers there says, "Why don't you girls come sit down?" I'm like, "No, we are fine waiting here, we are leaving soon" She says, "No, why don't you come sit down." But not a question this time, a demand. I gave her the evil eye and go to sit down in those little tiny chairs where not even your whole butt fits.
A minute later, my sister calls me asking us where the heck we were because she was waiting outside for us to come out. I told her in a loud angry voice (just to make sure they know I am mad at them) that we were being held hostage and I didn't know exactly what was going on and what they were trying to do. So I ask a woman there what in heck I had to do to get out of here and where my sister could come to get us. She told me that she would have to get a security pass and comeinside to find us and sign papers to release us. So I tell this to Melissa and she has to now go find parking and do all of these things which she has no cluse how to do. She goes and asks one of the men that works at the airport to help her get a pass and to find where this Dusty's Den place was located. You wont believe what happens next, he gets mad at her! He's like, "You should be ashamed of yourself for not being here ealrier to pick up your little sisters" I would have kicked him where it hurt. How dare he? He didn't know anything about what was happening! So eventually she got to the prison that we were in and saved us. But before we left I pulled out a gun a shot them all.
JUST KIDDING! We left and went into the parking garage when she FORGOT where she parked her car! We eventually found it after searching not for way too long and were headed out. Then we had a wonderful rest of the trip. More stories to come about that though. And just a note, yes I do realize that this is quite a funny story because if I was reading this I'm sure that I would be laughing my head off at whoever this happened to, but it happened to me and it was TERRIBLE so I've been writing this with a scrunched up full of anger face. And another note, this may have made me seem like a very violent person, and lizzy did say that I had the look of a killer on my face, but I am a very friendly person. However I'm pretty sure that if I had one ounce less of self control, that I would surely be in the papers under the most wanted girl for killing about 2 men, and 6 women. But since I do indeed have self control, I do not have any cops to run from and nothing I need to go talk to the bishop for. WHEW!
So that is the our trip (of hell) to Utah. Thank goodness we didn't have to fly back! The end!