I’m That Girl

I’m that Girl

I’m that girl that knows she has to prepare or else she’ll be a mess.

I’m that girl that makes all the lists and notes and calendar reminders, but still manages to either forget something on the list, trained not to pay attention to the alert, or just forgets to look at the list or alert!

I’m that girl that wakes up extra early to make sure she’s not only on time but hopefully early.

I’m that girl that tries to leave enough time to grab caffeine and nutrition before whatever it is she’s got going that morning.

I’m that girl who arrives 30 minutes early and reads all the instructions twice to make sure she’s didn’t skip over because she often skips lines when reading.

I’m that girl that reads the sign at the security gate to verify she doesn’t have anything with her that is on the prohibited list, makes sure she’s going to follow the the guidelines on the sign to get through security. Sign says no sharp items, razors, knives, explosives etc. Sign says pull out laptops and have open and turned on.

I’m that girl that even verifies with the armed soldier/officer that approaches to make sure she’s good with her water or coffee in which he says “yes just pull out of bag pocket and carry through. Do you have a laptop?” “Yes, I’m going to pull it out.” He gives the approving nod.

I’m that girl that finds the short line because despite the preparation, she knows she’ll take a minute. She pulls the water bottle out of pocket and carries with coffee in other hand.

I’m that girl that walks up to the conveyor belt, but it’s not like the airport. There’s no long shelf to get situated. She sets the backpack on the 5” shelf on the edge of conveyor belt. She sets her coffee and water on the remaining empty space while she unzips her bag.

I’m that girl that no matter how many times she’s used that bag she forgets which zipper is which. She opens the wrong one first and then closes, then opens the right one.

I’m that girl that follows the rules (even though she jokes that she doesn’t like or follow rules) she pulls out the laptop, opens and about to turn on as sign said, for the xray operator, but he furrows his brows and says in a “are you crazy” tone, “You don’t need to open it.” She says ok, and puts on belt, followed by her bag. And phone in a bowl onto belt. She grabs both drinks and walks through the gate. It beeps. She immediately remembers she stuck her car key in her back pocket. “Doh!”

I’m that girl that walks back to other side of gate  and tosses key on belt as both the gate and xray guy tell her “no you don’t need to go back through”. Too late.

I’m that girl that goes back through gate and again a beep. They seemed to know it would. She asks, “how did you know?” He says, “your boots.”  Ohhhhh

I’m that girl who gets wanded in front and starts to leave forgetting they need to wand the back.

I’m that girl that after her wanding she tries to gather her stuff off belt that has maybe a foot or 1 1/2 ft of room. She sets her coffee and water on the edge while trying to grab computer that is now being smooshed by the person behind her’s computer. She puts laptop in bag, zips, grabs key, puts in bag, zips, puts phone in pocket, zips, grabs drinks and exclaims “I’m that   girl at the airport too.”

I’m that girl that walks away from security and then wonders if she left her key on belt. Looking behind and not seeing.

I’m that girl that pulls up to a post and opens pocket to see if key is there. It is indeed there. She zips and goes through door.

I’m that girl that goes to write her story and while writing it fears she left her phone at security. Her phone, in her hand…that she is typing the story on.

I’m that girl.

PS. While writing this my heartrate went so high I got a notification from my watch. 👀