being super organised, i made sure that i arrived at the airport to return home with more than 2 hours to spare. little did i know that there would be one person checking in the cattle to economy class and 3 checking those for upper class. this meant that i had to run to the departure lounge before being rushed onto the plane.

when i say run to the departure lounge - quite a lot happened on that run. it all started with the fact that san francisco is far too good for shopping which left me sitting on my case, legs dangling trying to zip the damn thing. when i got to the airport they told me that i had too much stuff for them to even charge me excess baggage and that i would have to leave some items behind. this disaster was soon diverted though when i put the well used lost look on my face. i think they took one look and decided it was more hassle than it was worth and i was soon shuffled along.

at this point i decided i was really tired and could really do with an upgrade to be able to sleep on the flight back to the uk. i already knew that the cost to upgrade was pretty high and so i put my most charming smile on and told the check in assistant that i’d injured my back whilst in san francisco so is there any way that i could have a seat with extra leg room. this tactic didn’t go quite as well as planned when she told me that she wouldn’t let me fly until i had a doctors note to confirm that i was fit to fly. you can therefore imagine my embarrassment when i had to pipe up and admit i was just after a free upgrade - watched by the milling crowds, all trying to cover their amused faces. no amount of foundation could have covered the rosy shades of my cheeks!

from there i proceeded to customs where i was told that all cosmetics had to be in a clear sealable bag. the problem was that i had been unable to pack them in my case as i simply couldn’t fit any more in. i thought that it would be ok as my cosmetics bag is kind of clear, until i was told that it had to be the size of your palm - don’t they realise it takes a lot of cement to fix this face? as i approached, i became all flustered and gave into the fact that they would probably confiscate the items from me. as i passed through, i smiled at the camera operator and he became so busy being a guy and letching after anything with a pulse that he completely forgot to check what was in my bag. to say that i was relieved has to be the biggest understatement of the year.

by the time i got onto the plane and was seated next to a man that was convinced he should be entitled to my seat as well as his own, i was just relieved to be heading out of the airport. and so the adventure finishes thanks for the fun times san fran - i hope to be back soon

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