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"We're Going on a Journey, a Journey"

"We are going on a journey, a journey, a journey....We are going on a journey to see what we can see. Hurrah! Hurrah!" Imagine these lines sung to the tune of the Peter Pan song "Following the Leader" and you will have the sense of the song I made up. A little known fact about me is that I like to make up my own songs. Mostly they only make sense to me, unless you are a husband who is learning Lollipop speak.

Do you have this tune in your head yet? To be off to Europe for Thanksgiving this year was such a treat for the mister and me. The start of our trip to Europe began at 2:45PM on Friday, November 21st. That is the time my friend, Jeff, picked us up at our house to take us to Terminal 2 of LAX. We got to the airport thinking we were sitting in coach but to our surprise, the lady at the ticket counter said we were on standby. She said all free tickets were standby tickets but as we were special guests we were at the top of the list. I am not sure about you but "special guest" doesn't mean standby to me. Hum? This kind of concerned me since I couldn't exactly be standby on the way home. For goodness sake, I have a job to go to!

Anyhoo, I tried to remember that this was "a journey, a journey" and accepted her standby tickets since she didn't seem too worried we wouldn't get on the plane. We get to the gate with about 15 minutes to spare before boarding (Dad, wipe the sweat off your forehead). My hubby doesn't like to be overly early and I don't like to run late so we have a happy medium of being on time. I am very excited about the trip and I am the one telling my hubby not to worry about the standby tickets. I say with a ton of enthusiasm that everything will be fine...then...the gate person calls three names. One of them is my hubby's and the others it is important to note are not mine.

The hubby goes up to the ticket counter and receives his ticket. He comes back and shows me a Business Class ticket. To his credit, he didn't know it was Business Class until I pointed it out to him. "Awesome!" I say, knowing how immensely cool Business Class to Europe is. Then I ask for my ticket. "They didn't give me one for you," he says. I found it weird they didn't give him my ticket since we were together "on the top of the list" so I wait in fear. They call my name and I go to the ticket counter and get my ticket. My eye immediately goes to the class. It says coach. A big ole wave of anger comes over me. I speak to the ticket guy and say "there must be a mistake" because surely, I was "sitting with my husband and he is in Business Class!" He says, "Sorry, you got the last ticket." As in the last ticket on the plane. I felt sure one of those two guys that were called with my hubby just screwed me out of a Business Class ticket.

For some reason, I never equated stand by with the fact that I wouldn't be sitting with my husband. When I got back to the hubby I definitely, didn't have "a journey, a journey" on my mind. I was bitter. My husband, the gentleman, who rarely explodes with anger like I do, offers me his ticket. I barely get the words "No, you go, as they were your tickets" when they call for boarding of all elite status tickets. Then my hubby takes off for the gate.

I am left behind thinking he could of resisted harder! Immediately after I thought this a huge wave of guilt came over me. I was acting like a baby. And knowing him he would probably feel guilty the whole way and I really wanted him to enjoy the pleasures I had known. I couldn't take my attitude back so I sat there even madder until my coach seat was called for boarding. I gave that ticket counter guy the biggest glare before boarding. How dare he separate me and my hubby! How dare he not put me in Business Class! That is what hurt the most was spending 9 hours by myself.

I get on the plane and it's full. I sit by a perfectly nice lady but I was sulking so I didn't speak to her. I played with my gameboy, read my book and listened to my iPod but I was mad about it. About 5 hours in, I told myself I was stupid and silly and shouldn't complain at all about my coach status as I didn't want to make the hubby feel bad. Then about 7 hours in the turbulence occurred and knowing my hubby does not do well with turbulence I ached to be with him. Hopefully, he was asleep in the comfy leg extending bed thing of Business Class.

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