HoneyWife's Blog

      First off let me say that I hate flying! I feel that if God wanted us to fly, he would have given us all wings. So, Tuesday we flew from mke (the concourse was BEAUTFIL!!!) to Atlanta through Air Tran, it was a pleasant flight, well… as pleasant as a flight could be with numbing ear pain from the chance of altitude.
     The flight attendants were very kind and our flight was nearly empty, only about 20 out of the 50 seats taken. The pilot though, seemed to have been a fighter pilot in his past life as he liked to take corners and such very fast and caused the heart to flutter a bit, but that’s not the reason for the blog entry, nope. Aside from MKE not having Pepsi products and ‘trigger happy’ pilot, this is not the reason fro the typing.
       We arrive at Atlanta airport about 4pm (3 central) and it was packed... mush unlike mke was when we left. We walked what seemed like forever to find a Wendy’s so we could eat dinner (we had a 3.5 hour layover) we got our seats and as my husband rested, I got in line. I stood in line for 20 minutes while the rude southerners ignored me and took everyone else (who was behind me) in front of me. Finally I got to place my order and got a “What do you want?” Trying to be civil for my husband’s sake, I just ordered, got our food and left. Fine and dandy, we ate our over priced and stall food tossed our garbage and headed back to our gate.
       Once there we were able to hook up to a power supply and play some peggle and relaxed. After a while, we decided to get some ice cream, so I left my husband with our things and ventured out to the great unknown of concourse c, found baskin robin’s and made my selection. I saw that the woman who scooped our double chocolate fudge brownie ice cream appeared to be wearing latex gloves. I being severally allergic to latex asked the cashier if the girl was wearing latex or vinyl gloves, She responded “what does it matter, it doesn’t concern you!” Being a my husband was far enough away not to be embarrassed, and this girl REALLY ticked e off, I said very loudly and in a angry voice,” Actually it does concern me, I’m severally allergic to latex” At this point, the manager’s ears perked up as well as the other customers. They checked and in fact she Was wearing latex gloves, I responded that they can keep their ice cream then and left. Side note: I can not believe how many place still use latex gloves to prepare food when there are so many people with severe latex allergies.  (Famous Daves on south 27th street also uses latex gloves.)
       Anywho, So after all that I went back to our gate empty handed, thirsty and craving ice cream. So, the story continues one the next plane, older then the first. First, our flight attendant “Grace” was a total witch (with a b). once we all boarded the plane (almost full btw) she asked those of us if we knew we were in the emergency exit seats (we like these seats as we have more foot room) my husband shook his head and she said “the proper answer sir is yes.” She asked me the same question and I said yep, she again said “the proper answer is yes” I said yep again, she kept repeating herself until I said yes. She then proceeded to tell us that we have to be prepared to blah blah blah, I tuned her out at this point. She just gave me a nasty look and walked away. So the rest of the flight was uneventful, other then the evil woman not asking us if we wanted refills when she asked everyone including the people next to us.