The Finale Las Vegas: Woohoo!

I am so happy to tell you this is the final post strictly about my trip to Vegas which occurred four months ago I know it is way overdue! FOUR months over due.

If you missed any of it and curious enough here are the links. Just click the title and it should take you right to it. If a link should not work please kindly let me know. Thanks!

New Beginnings--It is about the main reason we took the trip, to tie the knot.
Introducing Mr and Mrs: A sorta synopsis after returning home.
Vegas: Transportation-Transportation craziness while in Vegas.
Vegas: This and That:  Our "cultural experience" in Vegas as a favorite fellow blogger, Bouncin' Barb perfectly described it. (If you wanna read a great blog, I highly recommend).
Vegas: Entertainment: Besides marrying, 'adventures"  we did while in Vegas.
Vegas: Think Before You Speak- A perfect example of how ignorance shines brightly!

And here we are....

"DRUMS ROLL!" Finale...

There were other passengers who made me shake my head and wonder, as I have done often lately, "What the the hell is the world coming to?"

The first person was a little old lady. She seemed to be like your ordinary sweet Grandma. She seemed very apprehensive the first sight of her as she entered the waiting area of the airport. (I can't think of the technical word for it and MyAwesomeNewHubby couldn't either so, if you know, be so kind to let me know and I thank you.). She went directly to the employee demanding to get onto the plane first and she wanted the front seat. It was approximately 3 hours before the flight.

The employee, a middle aged fellow I'll call Pedro, just because that's the first name that came into my head. He reassured her that she was going to be one of the first to board.

Throughout the 3+ hour waiting period, she anxiously went to Pedro asking every 15-20 minutes when she was going to board. Patient Pedro repeated as soon as the plane arrived and was ready to board, he would let her know. The plane was late.

After the delayed plane finally arrived it took another 30 minutes before being called to board. We were greeted by 3 flight attendants, one male and two females. I did not catch their names so they will be Byron, Betty and Susie.

As Betty and Susie were making their rounds checking that everyone had their seat belts on and the overhead compartments were closed shut tight before take-off.  Susie noticed Grandma had her packages on her lap (in the first seat) and notified Grandma that she could not hold anything on her lap. Susie explained she would put it in the overhead compartment for her and return it when they were in the air and repeat process upon landing.

Grandma adamantly refused to give up the package. Susie politely and patiently gave her all the reasons why Grandma could not hold them, mainly for her own safety. Grandma did not budge. I give Susie enormous credit for her calm patient approach but you could tell her patience was running, rightfully so.

When Betty walked back up the aisle after checking her side, she saw Susie had been delayed. Susie briefly related the situation to her. Betty attempted to persuade Grandma gently as well but more firmly. Again, Grandma defiantly refused.

Finally, Byron became aware of the situation and saw Betty and Susie were getting nowhere with Grandma.  He simply approached and calmly gave her an ultimatum: either allow them to save the packages in the overhead compartment or get off the plane and get another flight.

A gasp of indignation was her response. Then silence. The three flight attendants stood there.  After a few seconds of reality sinking in, Grandma  reluctantly surrendered her packages. Admirably, Susie showed her where they put her package while Betty and Byron calmly reassured Grandma that her package was going to be safe.

During the flight Grandma apologized repetitively to all the flight attendants and they reassured her that everything was fine reinforcing they were only concerned about her safety. She even gave up her package without incident when we were ready to land.

When the pilot gave us the ETA of 10 minutes, as everyone else, we were gathering our belongings when a whiff of cigarette smoke overloaded my nasal passages. I informed MyAwesomeNewHubby that I smelled smoke. He said he couldn't smell anything and pretty much shrugged it off. I think he responded that way because it was late and it had been a long day. Or maybe he just didn't hear me.

Unless I am congested, I smell cigarette smoke instantly when it is around.

I kept looking around me but didn't see anything. Of course, I am short and the seats were high so I couldn't see where the smoke was coming from. You would think I would see the smoke floating in the air, right?  MyAwesomeNewHubby continued to seem unconcerned as I repeated a couple of times. But he has flown much more than me. He is also the more calmer laid back person than I am.Or maybe he just thought I was the crazy woman he married being her crazy self. HA!

Anyway, finally the plane lands. The airport is small. They couldn't let us off directly to the jet bridge t (I think that's the word, again if it is the wrong terminology, educate me as I have researched and it is the closest) and it was a long walk. (For me anyway)

We were slowly making our way to the jet bridge. There were people older and slower than me in front of us. So I took the opportunity to continue looking for the source of the smoke. It was just bugging me for some reason and I needed to know if my little nose was actually smelling smoke.

Backing up for a moment. There were some Cowboys on our flight coming back from a rodeo. You can tell one of them, I'll call Cowboy, was an immature jerk. Evidently Cowboy annoyed Susie throughout the flight.

As we exited the plane and neared the stairs to get to the jet bridge, I looked back once more as I saw Cowboy exit the plane throwing a cigarette onto the concrete. HAHA! I knew I wasn't crazy.

Susie saw it too and she started yelling at Cowboy who completely ignored her and kept walking. He was laughing and talking to his buddy like he didn't hear her. But I know he did. She was furious!

"Get back here! You just broke the law! Call Security!," she screamed. Out of nowhere or so it seemed, security came and stopped him.

At that time we had finally made it to the jet bridge. As we made our way through the long walk to luggage claim, I was telling MyAwesomeNewHubby what transpired as he had been focused on just getting us from Point A to Point B.

As we were waiting for our luggage to come, Cowboy showed up, laughing but embarrassed. Evidently, they let him off with a warning.

So here is the end of our highlights of our Las Vegas trip. Although it may seem like we were miserable, we weren't. Las Vegas was just not our kind of thing. I sure got some exercise and saw a whole different part of the world.

Thanks for patiently reading this journey. I enjoyed sharing it with you.

Feel free to comment. Tell me your vacation story!