Another funny story. The first time I came to Ireland my brother came with me I was scared to fly since this would have been my first time flying so he said he would go with me and help me over the stress plus he could have a vacation himself. On the flight over(which was crowded) I took some pills called ativan to help me relax, I slept most of the flight, would wake up again then doze back to sleep this happen off and on for 8 hours. My brother was talking to this guy next to him off and on I think he was going to Italy for business. Anyway when it came around to the meal time my brother had to wake me up in order to eat. I don't remember too much about the meal but I sure did love the corn bread. It really wasn't corn bread at all it was some spice cake, but I kept on saying to my brother boy do I like this corn bread and if you don't want to eat yours I will have it, he kept on trying to correct me that it was indeed spice cake instead of corn bread but I wasn't listening in the groggy state of mind that I was in finally after 10 minutes of me saying I like the corn bread and can I have his and him trying to tell me its spice cake he just said here take my corn bread. Don't I sound like a joy as a flying companion????? On the same trip.... When we landed in Amsterdam(yes we went past England and Ireland to get to Ireland and it was cheaper doing it that way, go figure) I was dying for a cigarette ,all the announcement was in different languages and we had to walk all the way to the end of the terminal to catch our next flight to Dublin as we was walking I was trying to figure out where the smoking areas were in the airport my brother didn't want me going off somewhere until we found our gate to catch the next flight. Kind of like a hurry up and wait situation. When we got to the gate we had plently time for the next flight, but I didn't see anywhere to smoke and I didn't see anyone smoking. By that time I was ready to rip somebody's head off, so I went into the bathroom to have my cig thinking that if I got caught the only thing I could do is act stupid and at least I would have had a couple of drags to satisfy my nicotine craving. I was so hasty to get my first drag I forgot to lock the bathroom stall. All the sudden while I was sitting on the commode with my pants down smoking on my cig a man came in to clean the bathroom opened up my door. My mouth dropped his mouth droppped and we just looked at each other it was only seconds but seemed much longer. He closed the door saying sorry and when I finished up I went to where my brother was sitting. Told him about what had happen... Both of us started laughing our heads off, finally I looked around there was hardly anybody in the airport where we was and said what the hell Amsterdam has seen my ass so might as well light up one and I did... Oh God I have another story. This is the same trip. Its when we started out from the airport in Lexington...

I had worked night shift the previous night and didn't go to sleep(maybe that also had alot to do with me sleeping on the flight) Anyway our tickets showed 2;30 pm for our flight time. Well we lived in Frankfort which is about 40 miles from the airport we knew that we had to be there about 2 hours early. So it was around 11;00 we was riding around on the way to the airport trying to figure out where to eat breakfast, we couldn't decide and thought well why don't we just go to the airport and check in early and we can eat there. Now mind you that Lexington is a very small airport it has 4 gates and thats it.....We were there to catch a plane to Detroit then to Amsterdam then on to Ireland. Ok we got up to the desk and the guy says why did you wait so long to check in, and we both said what I thought we were here early enough. He said the plane was ready for take off. Now this was post 9 11 so you were checked very good with everything you had on you. Plus there was armed army personal standing around every where. Our tickets had been misprinted. They forgot to add the 1 in front of of the 2;30 so the guy says he would check us through real fast and call the pilot to hold the plane. We were checking everything and he told us to go to gate 2 (I believe it was) so we took off in a run, not too many people were in the airport at that time, we really didn't know where we was going so we thought run upstairs ,not there, ran across to the other gate not there either, so here we go downstairs. Wouldn't you know it it was the last gate we ran to, I can imagine the people looking at us running from place to place carrying our carry on luggage . purse ,camera bag and saying what idiots.