What if, when birds are squawking in high places they aren’t talking to each other about the fabulous grub hole they found or singing love songs. What if they’re really bitching cause they’re afraid of heights or are about to pee-their-feathers because they’re afraid to fly? What if when they’re floating along on the water, they’re not feeling all peaceful and blissful but are really paralyzed with fear because they hate water and can’t swim?
I’m just saying.
Same could be said when you go to the animal park and those monkeys you see sitting together on a limb, combing one another’s hair. They’re so cute. Picking gnats and bugs out of each other’s fur. What you don’t know is in their reality, the little fucker wouldn’t stop rubbing his head in the ant hill so his head is covered in fire ant bites and the parent is picking scabs off his scalp.
I’m just saying.
You really think dogs are smelling each other’s asses to identify one another? Hey Stan, how’s it hanging? Oh, sorry. They’re checking to see what they all had for dinner. Are you kidding me? Max had Mighty Dog? OMG! Fluffy had that fresh ground beef kibble from the new trendy doggie cafe on Madison Avenue! The nerve!! That’s it! When I go home I am going to eat my dinner and then promptly throw it up on the couch. The new carpet. The bedspread. The new jacket mom just bought. In dad’s car! Then I’ll get the good stuff.
I’m just saying.
Life is full of What If moments. Take for example yesterday at work.
I’m delighted. This time next month, I will be in Auckland, New Zealand. Don’t worry, I have already alerted the local authorities, they are preparing for my arrival. (It is the ONLY place in the world I have received a speeding ticket….thank you.)
Since I haven’t had the opportunity to make travel arrangements through our work system, I asked the co-worker I am traveling….we’ll call him Calvin….to showed me how it’s done. Yesterday afternoon Calvin and I booked his ticket to go from Miami to Auckland.
Things were going all fine and dandy. We punched in the details. Miami to Auckland and the date. The various combinations came up on the screen. We could pick everything from 14 days worth of traveling in a tin can to just about 35 hours in a tin can.
International travel these days offers so many amenities it is astonishing. There were options to fly with circus animals, farm animals or domestic animals. Another section included circus performers, ring leaders or classroom pranksters. Meal service included selections for prison rations, weight watchers cardboard, things confiscated by customs and forbidden fruits.
Better yet was the option to pre-select your TSA screening. This I had no idea was possible. Now you can sign up for a Pass Go card that allows you to skip the back handed, gloved pat down and go straight to the private room strip search. I mean who knew? Did you want a glass of wine and a smoke with that? If so, please acknowledge and your credit card will be charged an additional $25.00. If you want to include the drug sniffing K9 that is an additional $500.
I confess to Calvin, I’m not the biggest fan of flying, but it’s the only way to get anywhere fast so I do it. We choose a flight that has a short flight time. The first flight is operated by Alaska Air to LAX.
Of course I’m delighted it’s Alaska Air. And then the delight is immediately squashed by the thought of going through LAX international hell again. That place, I swear, is operated by the Orcs, from Lord of the Rings. The last time I went through….I experienced every level of Dante’s inferno as well. Insanity. They made me a stand by passenger, even though I was a full fare passenger with ticket in hand. Took my carry on – made me check it. Lost all of my luggage.
The first helpful person I encountered was in Australia. Where they said, “this happens all the time with LAX.” Great. Anything happens this time, I will politely excuse myself and reintroduce myself as the Honey Badger.
Back to the story.
Okay so we get to LAX and change planes. Looking at the screen. I swear it says we get on Asia Air. Calvin says, “this looks like a good one.” I’m thinking to myself……really? Isn’t that a third world airline? Do they even speak English? I’m terrible with accents. How am I going to understand the safety briefing? Do they translate the announcements? Do they have a drink cart? Can I just have the drink cart? Are the drinks free? How much are the drinks? Do they take American?
Then he says to me……
“It goes from LAX to NAN.”
“NAN. N. A. N. NAN”
Where the hell is NAN?
“Well, I don’t know.”
>>Enter the Bambi stare. blink. blink. blink. blink.<<
NAN? I’ve never heard of NAN.
I get out my phone and Google NAN.
Well, according to Google it says NAN stands for: Nadi, the western portion of Fiji.
Nadi. N. A. D. I. Nadi.
NADI! Good god man! We look at Calvin’s giant world map on his office wall. Way down in the far right hand corner. Way down further than all the other countries. Way down past New Zealand. Way down past the compass. Past the mile marker. Almost like a speck of tomato soup on the map…..is a tiny little blip of a smudge on the map.
But no Nadi.
I look at Calvin.
Calvin looks at me.
My upper lip breaks out into a sweat.
My throat goes dry.
My hands start to sweat as do my feet and my pits.
Cripes, I say, WHAT IF they don’t have a big enough runway for a jet? That place is represented by a poppy seed!