Richelle
03-02-2014, 02:37 PM
Traveling as Richelle has become somewhat routine. My trip out to Boston went as I expected. The TSA agent had no problem with me presenting a passport that clearly indicted male although I was enfem. At the full body scanner, the bling on my top, set of the scanner and so I was patted down by a female TSA agent and was even asked if I wanted this in a private screening room.
I had a wonderful conversation with a lady on the second flight from Denver to Boston. We are the same age, so talked as any other middle aged women would when first meeting. We talked about marriage, our husbands, children, and life in general. At the hotel, I checked in as Richelle and there was no issue with my driver’s license having my male name. Most of the hotel staff only saw me dressed as Richelle and treated me as they would any other female guest. Only one front desk clerk talked to me when I was dressed endrab and enfem. She never indicated she never recognized me as the same person. I think it was the fact that when endrab I was wearing my glasses, when I was talking to her as Richelle for close to an hour, I had my contacts in. (We know that glasses worked for Clark Kent).
However, my trip back home to Orange County was not routine. I felt that the universe was conspiring to prevent me from ever getting home. After I finished meeting with my new VP, I went back to the hotel for a late checkout and to change. My key card would not work. I went back down to the front desk to reset the card. I then changed back to my skinny jeans with leopard prints, high heel boots, did my make up and checked out as Richelle.
The main tunnel to Logan airport is closed, so I had to take a detour. My navigator on my smart phone decided I should take the scenic route by going through the docks of Boston harbor. Instead of the expected 35 minute trip, it took over an hour. Then going through airport security a couple in front of me had some items in their luggage that they should not have. Now the short line I picked had only one TSA person, so our line stopped moving for a good 10 to 15 minutes.:Angry3: The collage aged girl in front of me almost missed her flight because of it.
Now after getting through security, the real conspiracy started. I had just under an hour at my transfer airport of Houston. So when the plan arrived late, that time was down to 50 minutes. Just before we started to board, they announced that there was a problem with the aircraft :eek: and they would be a little delay. When it was fixed, it was down to 30 and they said we would all make our transfer.
When we all got seated, it turned out that a co-ed that I was talking to in the security line was also going to John Wayne airport. So we started talking. I was looking forward to an enjoyable trip and some girl talk. The plane taxied out to the runway. We sat there for a little while until the pilot announced that the warning light was back on and we were returning to the gate. :censor:
Once at the gate, the flight attendant advised that all passengers that had connections to John Wayne, Los Angeles and Los Vegas to disembark as we were not going to make our connection. We got off and walked as fast as possible to the gate they sent us to get new tickets. When we were arriving at that gate, the ticket agent was calling three names, but not mine. Those three were able to get on another plan leaving in 20 minutes for LAX.
They then searched for another flight me. It was on another airline leaving in another 2 hours. Since it was in another terminal I had to go through TSA security again. I walked out of the terminal and used the cover walk way, missed the terminal I was looking for and had to retrace my steps. Finally, found the correct terminal, checked in, got my boarding pass and headed to the TSA check point.
After take-off, the pilot said the storms in California would cause a minor dely., then when we did arrive but the gate was occupied so we waited until the other plan moved. :facepalm: Now I just had to get to John Wayne airport to get my car. Super Shuttle promised to have a van in 20 to 30 minutes so I waited. When it arrived, the driver said he was already over booked and would not take me. They said the next shuttle would be in 45 minutes. So I looked around and found my only option was a taxi.
You would think my long trip was over, but no. When we arrived at the long term parking lot, it decided to pour down. (Yes, I know we need the rain, but really now?). I got into my car, drove to the automated gate and the machine ate my credit card.:gg: I had to call for service, and then wait for them to take apart the machine to recover my card. After 30 minutes I was finally driving home.
Now instead of being home at 11PM, I arrived at 3AM four hours late. A total time from the hotel to home was 18 hours. Now this was the longest I was ever out as Richelle. My ears hurt from the heavy earring I was wearing. My feet were sore, from all that extra standing and walking in 3” heals. I was so happy that this trip was finally over. :yippee:
Richelle
I had a wonderful conversation with a lady on the second flight from Denver to Boston. We are the same age, so talked as any other middle aged women would when first meeting. We talked about marriage, our husbands, children, and life in general. At the hotel, I checked in as Richelle and there was no issue with my driver’s license having my male name. Most of the hotel staff only saw me dressed as Richelle and treated me as they would any other female guest. Only one front desk clerk talked to me when I was dressed endrab and enfem. She never indicated she never recognized me as the same person. I think it was the fact that when endrab I was wearing my glasses, when I was talking to her as Richelle for close to an hour, I had my contacts in. (We know that glasses worked for Clark Kent).
However, my trip back home to Orange County was not routine. I felt that the universe was conspiring to prevent me from ever getting home. After I finished meeting with my new VP, I went back to the hotel for a late checkout and to change. My key card would not work. I went back down to the front desk to reset the card. I then changed back to my skinny jeans with leopard prints, high heel boots, did my make up and checked out as Richelle.
The main tunnel to Logan airport is closed, so I had to take a detour. My navigator on my smart phone decided I should take the scenic route by going through the docks of Boston harbor. Instead of the expected 35 minute trip, it took over an hour. Then going through airport security a couple in front of me had some items in their luggage that they should not have. Now the short line I picked had only one TSA person, so our line stopped moving for a good 10 to 15 minutes.:Angry3: The collage aged girl in front of me almost missed her flight because of it.
Now after getting through security, the real conspiracy started. I had just under an hour at my transfer airport of Houston. So when the plan arrived late, that time was down to 50 minutes. Just before we started to board, they announced that there was a problem with the aircraft :eek: and they would be a little delay. When it was fixed, it was down to 30 and they said we would all make our transfer.
When we all got seated, it turned out that a co-ed that I was talking to in the security line was also going to John Wayne airport. So we started talking. I was looking forward to an enjoyable trip and some girl talk. The plane taxied out to the runway. We sat there for a little while until the pilot announced that the warning light was back on and we were returning to the gate. :censor:
Once at the gate, the flight attendant advised that all passengers that had connections to John Wayne, Los Angeles and Los Vegas to disembark as we were not going to make our connection. We got off and walked as fast as possible to the gate they sent us to get new tickets. When we were arriving at that gate, the ticket agent was calling three names, but not mine. Those three were able to get on another plan leaving in 20 minutes for LAX.
They then searched for another flight me. It was on another airline leaving in another 2 hours. Since it was in another terminal I had to go through TSA security again. I walked out of the terminal and used the cover walk way, missed the terminal I was looking for and had to retrace my steps. Finally, found the correct terminal, checked in, got my boarding pass and headed to the TSA check point.
After take-off, the pilot said the storms in California would cause a minor dely., then when we did arrive but the gate was occupied so we waited until the other plan moved. :facepalm: Now I just had to get to John Wayne airport to get my car. Super Shuttle promised to have a van in 20 to 30 minutes so I waited. When it arrived, the driver said he was already over booked and would not take me. They said the next shuttle would be in 45 minutes. So I looked around and found my only option was a taxi.
You would think my long trip was over, but no. When we arrived at the long term parking lot, it decided to pour down. (Yes, I know we need the rain, but really now?). I got into my car, drove to the automated gate and the machine ate my credit card.:gg: I had to call for service, and then wait for them to take apart the machine to recover my card. After 30 minutes I was finally driving home.
Now instead of being home at 11PM, I arrived at 3AM four hours late. A total time from the hotel to home was 18 hours. Now this was the longest I was ever out as Richelle. My ears hurt from the heavy earring I was wearing. My feet were sore, from all that extra standing and walking in 3” heals. I was so happy that this trip was finally over. :yippee:
Richelle