I realized that I have a ton of stories from our Iowa/Midwest travels that I have yet to share. I will probably post one every couple of days, interspersed with updates on what life is like here in Cali. There are big things brewing in the Grummons' household (preschool, Cubbies, job searching, prep for end of deployment, future missions trips, etc.), but I have some great stories to share from my trip still.
I also realize that I will probably be working backwards in time, so the most recent stuff will be told first. Sue me, I call it my poetic license!
For the record, I'm not a very nervous airplane flier. I used to pay attention during the pre-flight instructions, making sure I knew where all of the exits were and knowing exactly what I should do in case of a water landing. Now, however, I have flown enough to know that if anything should happen to our plane I should simply put my head between my knees and kiss my butt good-bye. Seriously, how often does a plane crash and the passengers live to blog about it?
Imagine my nervousness when, halfway through my Des Moines to Dallas flight, the flight attendant approaches my seat and asks me if I am traveling alone with the two boys. Thinking that she is going to offer me some sort of amenity (like free food, or maybe free alcohol to help me cope, ha ha ha) I tell her that I am. She proceeds to ask me if I could use some assistance in case of emergency.
WHAT THE CRAP!!?? I look at her and say, "Do you know something? Are we going to crash or something? Is this something I should worry about?" I mean, how often does the flight attendant single you out asking if you need assistance in case of emergency? It didn't help that our airplane was no larger than a regular sized yellow school bus. I thought the thing was going to fall apart during take off, and having the flight attendant approach me mid-flight didn't make me feel any safer!
The ever so helpful lady replied, "Oh no, I just want to make sure that you are taken care of so I can do my job if something happens." Then she proceeds to ask the guy sitting across the aisle from me if he would be willing to assist me if anything happened. When he said yes she said, "Oh good, now I don't have to worry about it."
Thank you very much flight attendant lady. I feel so much better.
I was really happy when our tiny little plane landed safely in Dallas without so much as a bump. I'm also happy to report that nothing bad happened and I didn't need any assistance. Whew!