When Your Mama Creates Airport Drama

Time for some airport drama. It’s of the utmost importance that I preface this adventure with the note that I always find something good to bring home wherever I go. I also thought I had prepared for our departure with the utmost care. To the point of reminding my mother that the antique she really wanted to bring home may end up being checked luggage. 

Luggage Drama

So we arrive at the airport ready to go. Bags ready, passports ready, and everything is going smoothly until we get to the security checkpoint. Of course, the big ass metal item she wants to bring on the plane is going to be rejected and will need to be checked. No biggie.

We got to the airport with time to spare. So I told La Llorona to go back and check the item and that I would meet her ahead. She took only her purse and left her bag.

Checkpoint Drama

What I didn’t realize as she took off ahead was that the immigration counter, which was the final checkpoint, was right there when I turned around. I thought about it and decided against pressing forward. 

There were benches right there, so I situated myself to wait for her to come back. My back was to the gate, but I figured where I was sitting, she couldn’t miss me. I didn’t know how long I’d be since it was some time for us to proceed through the baggage check line. So I waited. I was communicating with friends and having a heart-to-heart chat with my son. 

Communication Drama

Then I get a call from my mother. So I try to answer. It doesn’t work. Then I get a call from a Guatemalan number. I answer, and it’s a man, and then La Llorona gets on the line. I figured she must be using someone else’s phone. She is like where are you? 

I’m at the immigration checkpoint. I was waiting for her instead of moving ahead. She said she went all the way to the gates, and when she couldn’t find me, she feared the worst. I told her to walk back, and I’d meet her. 

I get up, pass through Immigration, and then I see La Llorona. And she is freaking out. Openly weeping because she thought I had somehow left without her. 🤔😐

Logistical Drama

How the fuck would I have managed that? There were only 2 flights leaving from American Airlines. One to Miami, the other to Dallas. And how would I have managed to get on a plane going in the wrong direction? It’s ludicrous. I don’t even know how or why that was her go-to conclusion as to what happened to me when she couldn’t find me. 

I thought I had abandonment issues. Clearly, I am outmatched when it comes to the elaborations of a crazy imagination.