We sadly waved au revoir to Florida, boarded our plane, and prepared for a long day in the sky. As our connector flight arrived late in Houston, we rushed to the next gate, only to get there in the nick of time.
I walked up to the stewardess, handed her the boarding pass, she looked, and replied “You don’t have seats. Just wait over here.”
I panicked, “What do you mean we don’t have seats? I checked in this morning!”
“Just wait over here, please.”
I looked at Mr. MBA and the kids wondering what would happen next. We waited, we watched everyone board, and then to my horror the plane took-off without us.
I looked at Mr. MBA “I guess we are not going on that flight. I’ve been patient enough! Go find out what is going on!”
We were informed that they had overbooked the flight. They offered us a two night stay in Houston with the option of travel voucher or cash. I wasn’t feeling the love for Continental at this point and opted for the cold hard cash.
I groaned, knowing this threw an unexpected wrench in our travel plans leaving me with one problem. We didn’t have our luggage, and I didn’t pack underwear in my carry-on. I know this sounds neurotic. But Just on the off chance that security might screen my bag the last thing I want is for some stranger to inspect my hot pink undies in public.
The next morning we headed to the nearest Wal-Mart to pick up a few necessities. As I browsed the underwear department, I opted for seamless hipster brief size Medium. The picture on the packaging made it look like the perfect fit.
But pictures can be deceiving, when we arrived back to the hotel; I unwrapped the package, and was amazed by the size of my undies. These were no Hipster Briefs these were in fact the elusive Granny Panty.
Mr. MBA chuckled, “You’re not going to wear those are you?”
“Do I have any other option?”
And with that I put on the larger than life panty, folded it over once, so it wouldn’t bunch over my skirt, and headed out for an afternoon of exploration in Texas.
It was a fantastic afternoon, hitting up Kemah Boardwalk, riding the rickety roller coaster, and walking on the quiet beaches of Galveston.
However, my granny panties were tormenting me with wedgies, and weaselling its way out of the top of my skirt. They had a mind of their own and were having their way with me!
That was of course until I discovered Texas BBQ! Oh! My word! Everything is bigger in Texas from the steak to the armadillo eggs, to the juicy ribs. My mouth watered with the excitement of every meal! I did my best to win the battle of the bulge, control what I ate, watch for signals of fullness from my belly, but the portions were huge, and the food was just sooo hot diggity good!
My butt had been expanding with every drop of food I ate but the granny panty gave me room to grow. They were much more forgiving than attempting to squeeze into my usual hipster’s. It was at that moment I made amends with the granny panty. I realized it was my comforting friend from home and not my evil enemy!
It was in Texas that we enjoyed southern hospitality, beautiful beaches, good looking cowboys (there’s just something about the way they say the word darlin’), and my new found love for barbecue. I definitely want to go back to explore the state!
Have you ever had unexpected delay in your travel plans?
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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga