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I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now, so clearly the appropriate thing to do is go the most absurd convolutions to put it off, including posting a funny story on LJ! Said story just happens to be from two months ago. >.>

This is the story of my journey back from Spain at the end of August. Hopefully it will make somebody laugh at least a bit in the midst of midterm madness. :)

“The Troubles and Tribulations of Traveling” (Or, “Sometimes Many Deep Calming Breaths Are Necessary in Order Not to Choke a Bitch”)

First of all, I came back on a Saturday. Wednesday night I had slept four hours. Thursday night I slept six. Friday night I slept two. Kindly bear this in mind.

So everything went very smoothly until I actually arrived at the airport. Now, when I got there, I was already aware that my suitcase was going to be over the weight limit, given the way I had packed. “That is all right,” I say. “I was able to get my suitcase to be under the weight limit on the flight here, and the only heavy things I have acquired are some books! I will put those books in my carry on bag, which will then be a little heavy but that will be fine.”

Clara: *has more difficulties than expected fitting everything into her carry-on backpack*
Clara: *spends twenty more minutes repacking*
Clara: HAHA! SUCCESS! And just in time too! My flight is leaving kind of soon.
Clara: *goes to check-in line*
Scale: No, you are still five kilos over the limit.
Clara: *looks down at post-it with departure time written on it* 0.o
Nice Check-In Lady: Well, it's a good thing that your flight doesn't leave for another three and a half hours.
Clara: ...um?
Clara’s stomach: It is lunchtime! Why have you spent the past hour and a half standing in lines and repacking suitcases? I AM NOT PLEASED!

Somewhat bewildered, I took several deep breaths, found a place to sit down, had something to eat, and reviewed my options. I could pay the 60 euros for the overweight bag. Or I could attempt to fit everything possible into my little backpack.

You know me. I am very stubborn. What do you think I did? That’s right. I spent another half an hour methodically stuffing everything possible into my backpack.

Clara: All right. This is it. If it doesn’t work now, I give up.
Test scale: EXACTLY 23 kilos (the limit)
Clara: MWAHAHA.
Scale at actual check-in counter: No, you are still a kilo and a half over.
Clara: AUGH.

I took several more deep breaths, opened the bag and tried to figure out what I could possibly take out. I finally realized that the only solution was to take out a drawstring bag that had shoes in it, put a couple more things in it and take THAT bag along with my already-giving-me-a-twisted-spine backpack.

Clara: Well, thank God that’s over with. Off through security I go!
Security device: *goes off just to be spiteful*
Clara: Whatever. *receives pat-down*
Clara: OK, now I really have gone through everything. Just need to find a bathroom and…
Clara’s body: Guess what? You have your period early. Surprise!!
Clara: *finally snaps and puts to good use her newly acquired ability to curse in three languages*

Also, there is nowhere in the world where pads ought to cost ten dollars for a tiny package. In addition, apparently in little airport pharmacies in Spain they sell vibrators. Who knew?


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