Chicago O’Hare at 3 a.m.

Chicago O’Hare at 3 a.m.

Patti and I took separate flights from Athens to Chicago but since we both had to overnight, we shared a room at the Hilton O’Hare Hotel at the airport. We’d set the alarm for 2:30 as my plane started boarding at 4:40 and I needed to dress, finish packing and make my way to terminal 3 at Chicago O’Hare Airport. The alarm went off and I managed to get up and into the bathroom without awakening Patti. I dressed, put on makeup and only then checked my computer… only to discover it was just 1:15. I had dreamed having the alarm go off!  No wonder she hadn’t heard it.  I took my blouse off and climbed back into bed half-clothed and slept for another hour.

At the airport, I couldn’t find an open security line and found most airline employees to be rather surly at the inconvenient hour of 3 a.m. I got three different instructions about where to go but finally found my place at the end of an extremely long line located in the opposite direction of where I’d been instructed to go formerly.  Half an hour later, I’d made my way to the walk-through, only to be stopped by a TSA agent saying I registered as having metal wrapped entirely around my body in the hip area!  Very strange. Did I want to go to a private area? No. Pat away. She patted and patted.. until finally the mystery was solved. I had on a blouse with a seed bead fringe around the bottom. Evidently the beads were lead crystal—thus registered as a bomb of sorts wrapped around my middle regions. Every time I think I have this security thing worked out, a new surprise!  Now 4:10 a.m. 34 minutes until boarding..then Dallas Ft. Worth bound.  Hate that airport!! Almost home.

You caught me.  This is not the excellent photo of sleepy wayfarers in the Chicago AA waiting room. My computer refuses to accept my SD Card, so it will have to do.

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

13 thoughts on “Chicago O’Hare at 3 a.m.

  1. slmret

    I hate those early flights — and the ones that land late as well! How funny about the metal around your hips — one more trick to remember! I was once removed from the security line for extra pat-down — after a cruise, I had discovered that I could fly home without a 6-hour layover if I changed to an earlier flight, but that made me a security risk! Better safe than sorry, I guess, but what a nuisance!


      1. slmret

        Because suddenly I wasn’t flying on the prearranged flight — did I know something about what would happen to that flight, or was I going to blow up the one I rescheduled to? Had I not switched, I would not have been a security risk. Just as silly as your beaded fringe!!! This was in about 2005, when people were a bit more skittish than they are now.


    1. lifelessons Post author

      No shuttles at 3 a.m. I walked between terminals pulling my suitcase..and still didn’t work off the six lbs. I gained on the cruise in spite of long days of walking. Life is not always fair.



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