3 awkward airport moments

1. El aeropuerto de los Cabos, Mexico: I was in line waiting to board my airplane to go back to the US today. In my hand was my passport and my boarding pass. Then I heard a voice from behind me say, "Excuse me, where did you get that?" The voice belonged to a middle-aged, American woman. Initially, I thought she was referring to the bag in my hand which had a bottle of Mexican tequila. But, no. She was referring to my passport. I stared at her for about 3 full minutes unsure of how to answer that question. My train of thought was something like, "Hmm...my passport? Well, it was mailed to me. But it's not like I just went to a store and bought it. Where did I get it? I remember where I got my passport photo..." Finally, I answered her and told her that you can get them at the post office. I mean, what did she think--you can just buy them at your local Wal-Mart?
2. International Airport of Ontario, CA: I had finished going through US customs and had to catch a free shuttle to another terminal for my connecting flight. I boarded the shuttle with my large backpack bag, but was unsure about where it was going exactly since some people on it were going to their cars in the parking lot. I only had 30 minutes to recheck in with the new airline, recheck my bag and go through security, so I was a litte nervous about catching my flight. As the driver began to slow down the bus, he started yelling out which airlines were at that stop. I wasn't sure if it was one of those things where you had to pull a chord and let them know that you wanted off. So I just waved my hand and yelled, "yeah!" Well, apparently he stops at every stop anyway and everyone on the shuttle was looking at me like I was crazy. I jumped off the shuttle when it stopped to get away from all the people who thought I was a moron.
3. On the flight from Ontario to Denver: I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as I sat down on the plane. All of a sudden, I awoke as my seat came crashing back to the reclining position. I thought that either a) my plane was crashing or b) something was wrong and my seat was broken. But as I opened my eyes, I discovered that the woman next to me had pressed my button. Keep in mind that she had to lean over to my side of the arm rest to push the button. Flash forward to midway through the flight. She missed the announcement of when we were landing so I repeated it to her. She proceeded to take out her cell phone, turn it on, and attempt to make phone calls. I wasn't sure whether to tell her that you can't use cell phones or whether I should just watch and see what happened. I opted for the latter and watched as she dialed, didn't get a signal, and redialed several times all the while trying to hold back my laughter. Finally, she got frustrated with the phone and put it away.

All in all, it was an eventful day of travels. I'm glad to be home now and glad to be free of awkward travel moments until I leave again in three days...