I spent a little time painting in Photoshop and listening to music on the plane. 12.5 hours is a long time in the air. Copyright 2011 Totsymae
I want each and every one of you to know that I braved it through an eleven-hour layover in Seoul, Korea on my way back over here to the good ole U.S. of A. Actually, I didn’t have much of a choice. I met up with a little friend to hang out with during this time in a vast of a building. It was empty in that place around 11 at night. I had no way to charge my boyfriend laptop until the next morning, when I found out I could trade my boarding pass for an electrical adapter at the information desk. You know, the system’s different over that way.
Anyway, I was good and tired when I got back to America. I talked to my folks, dispensed a few gifts, went to my ole jail cell, place of employment to chat a bit and since I couldn’t fight it anymore, I fell my ass to sleep. It’s a 12-hour difference between there and here, folks.
I also have to tell you, from the time I left America and returned, I didn’t have seat mates ’til I boarded the plane from Korea. There we were, the three of us packed in like big ass sardines, folks. I had the window seat, right above the wing and it was a beautiful sight to see them clouds. I wanted to reach out and touch them.
Anyhow, Woman in the Middle, as soon as the cabin lights go off, got to tossing around like she was in her bed at home or something. It was supposed to be a relaxing time ’cause we’d been fed and everything but with all that there tossing I had to endure for what seemed like for damn ever, folks, Totsy got an evil thought going in her mind that she ain’t right too proud of. I got to thinking, “If you don’t stop that moving around up in this here seat, I’m gonna pop the shit outta you.” That was my exact thought, folks. But you’d be proud ’cause I didn’t act on it or nothing. I went on to thinking just how damn sexy an airline pilot is to me, flying that big ass machine and working all them controls, handling that turbulence and shit. You know, trying to think positive and all.
Then I had another evil thought as I was making my way through customs. I had to present this form saying what kinda shit I’d brought back in and answer questions on my whereabouts. Now, before I got up there, this fella had to get his little station ready. I knew right off he didn’t wanna be there. He carried on that way in his body language. I got up there and finish my round of questions and the little cover of my passport falls to the floor, ’cause he really don’t care shit about what he’s doing no how, folks. That’s what got me. That he’s got gainful employment here and don’t give a shit about it. Then, gives me this I-give-even-less-of-a-shit look that he made my little cover fall to the floor and offers me a weak ass apology. I just looked at him and thought, “You sorry motherfucker, you.”
I did, finally, manage to have myself a pat-down at my final destination but it was by some woman. I figure I must’ve flown in at the wrong time ’cause my Denzel look-alike wasn’t on duty to meet up with me for this strip search pat-down I’ve been looking so forward to. Though, I have to tell you folks, I slept like a dream in my bed. Only four and a half weeks I’d been gone but once I hit Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, it only felt like a day and some change.
It’s still a little early for me to head out to handle a little business and I’ve got myself a gang of things to do before flying out again. Plus, I’m back with my little family and that’s better than cool. Right now though, I gotta go see what I can fill my stomach with. May cook me a little somethin-somethin’ while I watch one of my favorite morning news shows to get the lowdown. So my good folks, I’ll catch y’all later.
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Those long flights are exhausting! Glad you found your way here to post in spite of it. By the way, I love the illustrations.
Yes, they are! I am well rested and waiting for Dr. Phil to show up on
my TV soon.
Thanks. Glad you enjoy the illustrations.
Welcome home! Sorry you had to endure the tossing woman. Ugh. Your art is SO AWESOME.
Thank you, Michael Ann. Now that I’m here, enduring the tosser wasn’t
all that bad. Thank you for your nice words.
Glad you’re back and settling in. Jetlag is a bitch, but you’ll be over it in no time. Great drawing and a fun post. Welcome home, Totsymae!
Thanks for the warm welcome. I read that transitioning from Asia to
the states was easier than the reverse. Glad you like the drawing.
Glad you’re back, safe and sound. Traveling is a lot more glamorous in the dreaming about it phase than the living through the getting back home phase. Didn’t seem to squelch those creative juices of yours, though. I don’t think anything can!
Thanks, Lorna.
Yes, in mind it is all glam but it’s the behind the scenes stuff that isn’t.
Traveling has been good for the creative juices, so I am thankful for the
opportunity and your compliment.
It seems that you had fun on the way back home.
I hope you had enough rest by now, Its good travelling on the direct flight otherwise its over 24hrs in plane and thats is fun. 
Yeah, it was fun all right. It has definitely been a different travel
experience. Yet, my eyes have been opened in new ways, so
I am appreciative of the experience. I wasn’t able to get a direct
flight the day before traveling. Maybe if you’d sent your jet for me
I wouldn’t had to stay overnight in the airport. I know you have one,
Totsy, I’ve never been to Asia. Coming home from Europe is not that bad. It’s about 11 hours Heathrow to SF and direct flight too. It took Alex about 24 hours to come home from Germany, but he had a layover in Detroit. For whatever reason, I get more jet lagged on the trip to Europe, and I’m usually okay coming back. The problem I have is wanting weird meals at weird times for about a week. I wake up at 3 AM dying for some lasagna and a salad. I hope you’ll be home long enough to get your body time worked out before you leave again.
The time difference is different for Europe, so no, it’s not bad at all. Plus,
I think I’ve had direct flights and that’s always a god thing. Like you, I also
became hungry, exactly at 3 a.m. too. I would awake like clockwork and
be ready to tear into something good.
I don’t yet know how long I’ll be home but I’ll just enjoy it and get rest as it
comes.
You make going through airport security sound so much like fun … oops I meant funny. Another hilarious moment in your life that I enjoyed reading.
Glad you enjoyed the read. I do hope my Denzel look-alike is
somewhere in the picture next time around.
YeY, Totsy is back! welcome back and thanks for making me laugh again.
Thank you. So, did we agree to do a collaborative vlog speaking in
southern dialect or no?
YAY, back in the USA! Nowhere like home, Totsymae. The trials, tribulations of the journey didn’t coral the tiger in your tank.Seems like once you’ve wrapped-up ‘a gang of things’ – it’s ‘have luggage am off travelling’ again? Enjoy the respite, cheers catchul8r molly
I am so still lagging from the jet. I do hope today is better. Yes,
traveling is the plan at some point. I just hope to see pass the
fog of sleep I’ve been in lately.
—Tots,
I Love reading about your life, adventures, excitement. I cannot read one of your posts without smiling REAL BIG like.
Were you in Seoul, Korea for work? Just being nosy. xx
Glad you like, Kim. Never thought my misadventures were worth
talking about years ago but everybody’s got a tale worth
sharing, I suppose. No work in Korea, It was a layover from
Taiwan.
Totsy, those different time zones and long hours on a plane will kill you dead, girl. I’m so glad you’re home again and hopefully will be able to recoup after such a long flight. There’s nothing like sleeping in one’s own bed as I’m sure you’ll agree!
Yes, I agree. I think I am finally operating on the right clock
now. I kept thinking so before but just my wishful thinking.
Totsy, I missed your homecoming! I would have thought it to be filled with much fanfare and hoopla, but I guess when you travel through 12 time zones you need a bit of sleep first.
I’m thinking you got the pat-down because you forgot to claim all that dirt you tried to sneak back on your feet. Inquiring minds just have to know Tots – what’s next?
You were at the beach, maybe. Yeah, how embarrassing about the dirt.
I’m feeling something like normal again, finally./
Welcome home but it sounds like you’re gone again so Bon Voyage. Catch you on the flip side.
Not gone yet. I am getting a little restless, however.
And you finally got internet. You’ve been missing out on world
events!