A day of travel...Bek style

Spend a week in California; enjoy the sun by a pool, smell the pacific ocean, go to a winery, have lots of laughs with your best friend. Final day of the trip starts off by getting ready, going to church, and head home to pack up stuff. Eat a burger at In and Out and mentally prepare for the next 6 hours of travel. 3 p.m. Arrive at LAX, get out of the car into wheelchair and put backpack on the shoulders with purse around my front. Need to check bag and pay 25 freaking dollars to stupid American Airlines. Hug Jenna goodbye after one of the best vacations ever and head into the airport. Start wheeling in the opposite direction the sky cap specifically directed. Realize elevators are the other way and turn around. Head up the elevator in order to find security to check in. Sit in line while listening to babies cry and foreigners complain about not getting to take their liquids with them. Wheel forward in the line after getting my ID checked. Take off purse and backpack, in that order. Unzip backpack and pull out lap top to go through the scanner. Leave all of my belongings behind with no one watching. Have shoes, wheelchair, and hands wiped and tested for drugs or anything else that can be hidden. Listen to the pat down procedure for the thousandth time. Lift arms and let the pat down begin. No worries, she uses back hand in the "sensitive" areas. Belongings are brought over by nice, security guard who smiles as he sets them on a nearby chair. Pat down complete with no surprises. Stuff computer back into backpack and glance at cell phone, 25 minutes until boarding. Make way to gate 40H. Surprisingly not the last gate like O'Hare. Head up to front desk to let the attendants know of my arrival and wheelchair. Ask for closer seat as they assigned 26C, not ideal for the disabled. Grumpy lady tells me to go sit down and she'll figure it out. Already seated, wheel ten feet away. Make arbitrary phone call while waiting. Head back when name called and receive closer seat ticket. Go to bathroom before boarding. Arrive back at 40H to people already boarding the plane. Grumpy lady attempts to board the entire plane before 2 wheelchairs get on. Epic Fail. Stops boarding for the aisle chair to wheel on two people, including me. Transfer to tiny aisle chair and awkwardly head inside the plane. Stop at Row 7, chair D. Stand out of aisle chair into airplane seat. Text important people before turning off cell phone. Take off. Sit for 4 hours, have two complimentary beverages. Fall asleep. Mentally finish crossword puzzle of the guy sitting in chair F. Descend for 20 minutes. Land. Turn phone on and text yet again. Wait for everyone to get off the plane. Get hit several times with too large of suitcases. Wait. Wait. Wait. Aisle chair arrives. Get off the plane and into wheelchair. Put on backpack. Head into empty O'Hare at 10 p.m. Find elevator. Troke towards gate number 4 for suitcase. Cell phone rings. Find mom and suitcase. Hug and kiss on head. Leave the airport. Get out of wheelchair into minivan front seat.