The occasional traveler

The young globetrotter I once was is turning into an aging, occasional traveler who struggles to plan a big trip, is no longer used of changing travel conditions (should I say worsening) and struggles every day more than he should.

 I can blame being old, less adaptable and more anxious, but this is an undeniable fact. To console myself I think I’m still doing better than many in my age group.

Case in point, the other at the Salt Lake City airport where after fumbling for a while at a checking kiosk, I finally managed to beat the long lines at Security, got to my gate with seemingly plenty of time to spare, when I suddenly discovered I had just received an email telling me that I had left my credit card inside the slot in the kiosk. 

I had to get out of the gate’s secured area to go retrieve it and thanks to a much bigger line through security, almost missed my international flight, that I only made by politely asking permission to pass folks in that humongous queue,and run back to my gate like a bat out of hell. 

Not quite the demure start I was envisioning for that  long trip!