Security

My steps are almost in a run as I go to check my bags. This is the first time I've flown alone and I'm not sure how this works. Once my bags are checked, the sweat begins. "Oh, no", I thought. The line was over a hundred people long for security. I have to walk 50 feet back to find the end. I'm in that panicked state where I feel like I'm missing something because I just checked my bags and every 10 seconds I have mini panic attacks because I can't find my already checked bags.
People try to make small talk with me but as I watch the time get closer and closer to departure my ability of coherent speach ceases. "This line's ridiculous. Can you believe they only have two lines open?", my fellow passenger states."Erg, hah hah", was all I mananged. This apparently did not deter my disgruntled neighbor in line who took my grunts and attempts at giggling as a sign to keep going. My first time flying alone and the security line is leaving me with minutes to spare before my flight. Step by step I get closer to the front with Chatty Cathy talking my ear off while I feel like I'm slowly having a meltdown. What do you do if you miss your flight? Do you have to pay for a new ticket? I can't afford another flight. I thought all this while whispering mild obsenities under my breath. Next in line and boarding ticket in hand, I walked up to the security employee.
"Can I see a photo ID?" they asked. I pulled out my wallet and tried to get my drivers liscense out of it's plastic pocket. I tried and tried and, again, tried but no avail. My flight leaves in 10 minutes and my flipping drivers liscense is stuck in my wallet? It's two minutes later, I'm still tugging away and I've become convinced that my wallet has a death grip on my liscense. With my fingers bloodied and bruised, the security man offers some pity and says to just go through. All at once, words return and massive sweating ceasing. I can breath again as I run to my plane. "Yes!", I mutter as my flight is doing its final boarding. I will enjoy the moment because I realize next week I will have to do this all over agian!

Open

Yesterday, I opened at Starbucks for the first time by myself.

The register was broken. That means that I cannot sell any drinks. And THAT means that the coffee addicts of south charlotte would soon have a personal vendetta with me.

Here are some conversations with those very people....

Me: Good Morning
Customer: I would like a..
Me: I'm sorry but our register is broken and we can't sell any drinks
C: Seriously? Not even if I pay with cash?
Me: No, I'm so sorry
C: This is unbelievable (stomps off)


Me: Good Morning, sorry our register is broken
C: So all this coffee is going to waste?
Me: (unsure giggle)
C: Come on, just take cash
Me: sorry sir
C: Seriously you have to just let get some coffee. Are you really not going to let me?
Me: I really am sorry. Have a good day
C: (all smiles are gone as he stomps off)

C: Good Morning!
Me: Hey, sorry the register is broken.....
C: (Smiles disappears, turns is back, and in 2 seconds stomps off)

Now this happened about 15 times but I'll spare you the redundacy of reading 15 more conversations that all end in stomping off. All of them decided that I personally was responsible for making them drive to starbucks, get out of their car, and then hear that, devastatingly, there is no coffe for them. Yes, I am a killer of happiness.