Travel sick

Nerves . What could go wrong ? Another long haul flight back to LA . Me and the kids . 14 hours of flying and 24 hours of travel . Yeah, we’re spoilt . A lot of people would trade places . That’s something I keep telling myself . You might wanna bitch about it but you’re privileged to be in this position . So stuff it , I’m gonna bitch about it . The worry is always in the detail . Have I got my times right ? Getting through security and customs and then the flight . It doesn’t get any easier, long haul flying . 5 hours in , 2 movies down, dinner , full bladder , a stomach full of wind and restless legs reminds one that the next 9 hours ain’t gonna be much fun . A little blue tablet helps me drift into a stupor for the next 5 hours , grabbing a broken hour of sleep . It’s enough to keep me focused once landing 4 hours later , even after sitting in the plane for another 25 minutes waiting for the ground staff to find the lost wheel chocks . ( yes, can I say only in America ?) A 1000 person queue to clear customs is made nasty when we don’t get expedited to the front because of the kids ( we did last time ). 2 hours after landing we exit Tom Bradley terminal , greeted by thick humidity , car exhaust and the typical crush of LA traffic at 9pm on Monday night .Welcome Home . The taxi comes quick . Did I say what could go wrong ? It drops us off at Emma’s work where my car is parked , security have the keys . Just before flying I read my star signs . It tells me to be careful of mechanical faults whilst travelling . A very specific reading . Ok , you guys think it’s probably a load of shit , but when flying through 20 minutes of the worst turbulence I’d experienced to date , I was worrying that this forecast might come into play , but no ….Sitting in the front seat of the car I pause before turning the ignition , shit this is where that reading will come into play . No Howie don’t be negative . Emma would say that this is where thoughts become reality , so think positively . I don’t . I turn the key and it cranks over , spurts , splutters and then stalls . “Don’t you dare you mother fucker “. I try again and pump the excelerator for the same result . Several attempts later and the battery is dead , the door slammed several times , tyres kicked and a shameless tantrum is thrown .My phone still has its Telstra chip making it useless . I have to go in and beg security to ring a second taxi. The woman is hesitant at first , I sigh and express that it looks like we will have to walk the 10 ks in the middle of the night .Eventually she comes around and a taxi takes us home at 1015 pm . We are home at last , alone whilst Emma is in Montreal ………… Fuck that car and to that horoscope dude .. you had to be right just this once . At least today we get to the beach better than being in Melbourne at the moment ….. I think ?