Lanette Hewlett:
CLASS OF 1970
Pontiac Northern High SchoolClass of 1970
Pontiac, MI
Madison Junior High SchoolClass of 1967
Pontiac, MI
Herrington Elementary SchoolClass of 1964
Pontiac, MI
Lanette's Story
Arizona Adventure
Every so often something very funny happens in life. This story was just too good, scary and humiliating to keep to myself. So, I am calling it my Arizona Adventure. Niles and I vacationed about 8 days in Arizona at one of the gorgeous resorts in Oro Valley. This was in the Sonora Desert region.
On July 4th, we spent a lovely but very warm morning at an outdoor desert garden and museum area. There are some beautiful examples of desert gardens that one could create in this arid region. We were enjoying the sights when I took time out to visit the ladies room. The restroom was very modern and very clean but full of deep shadows. I found myself thinking and hoping that no creepy crawly critters of the desert had entered the restroom before me. I glanced around and entered the first stall. I gingerly lifted the toilet seat just to make sure nothing was hiding there that might bite my behind when I sat down. It was very clean with nothing crawling around. I put a tissue paper cover on the seat and I then I finally sat down with confidence, being assured that I was all alone in the stall. A GOOD feeling. This desert is home to tarantulas, scorpions and other crawling things that I didn't want to think about.
I was about finished doing my thing when I reached over and gave the toilet paper a gentle tug. There, sitting on the second square of toilet paper was the biggest, creepiest shiny black spider that I have ever seen. It almost filled the tissue paper square it was so huge. Well, that was the end of my peaceful setting or should I say sitting! I let out a huge screech/scream and the next thing I knew I was on the other side of the stall with the toilet seat cover still stuck on my behind. I threw off my blouse and shook it out and did a spider dance trying to make sure that the spider hadn't leaped onto my person or clothing. I shook out my hair and removed the toilet seat cover which after all that, was still stuck to my backside. Could I possibly be in Arachniophobia II and I was the star? All I know is that after that visit to the bathroom I was terrified of every toilet paper roll in Arizona! I pulled myself back together and tried to walk out with what little diginity I had left.
The native Arizonans told me that it was probably a Western Black Widow. "They grow to be a really large size here." they said. Yikes! I did not take the time to flip it over and look for the hour glass on it's tummy. I now dream of spiders when I go to sleep but I must laugh at the hysterical episode in the desert. I didn't think black widow spiders grew to be that big or do they?
Our next crazy adventure happened on the flight home. We were leaving Tucson and heading to Atlanta where we would board our flight back to D.C. We were seated in the next to the last row in the back of the plane. The last person to enter had a Siamese cat in a vinyl type cage and they entered and took the last seat on the plane which was right behind us. Then they stuffed the cat and it's cage underneath Niles's seat. Since when do the pets fly coach?
From the moment of take-off I knew we were going to have an interesting flight. As the engines roared down the runway, the cat went berserk. It began this low moaning h...Expand for more
owl that only Siamese cats can make. It didn't matter how much the owner tried to calm it, it continued to howl in agony as we lifted off the runway. About this time I heard the women directly in front of me say she was a very nervous flyer and as soon as the plane leveled off, she ordered her first bottle of wine.
Well, as fate would have it, it turned out to be a very turbulent flight. Picture this: a howling cat underneath our seat and an extremely nervous patron in front of us as we all bounced around in this elongated tin can about 40,000 thousand feet up in the sky.
Every time we hit turbulent air the cat would meow and moan and the women ahead of us would order another bottle of wine. Each bottle was equivalent to two glasses of wine, so by the third bottle she was getting very inebriated! Our flight was growing more interesting by the moment! As we progressed toward Atlanta, all too slowly it seemed to me, our drunk passenger put on her earphones. Soon after, she began to sing in a very loud voice. I am not sure what song she was listening to, but soon she was singing in a repetitive voice, _itch, _itch _itch _itch. (Rhymes with witch) and this continued on for several measures. I kid you not!! I glanced around at the other passengers and mouths were dropping open in surprise and then came the laughter. The plane would hit a rough spot and our karaoke sodden seat mate would sing a little louder, and in response the cat took up the song and howled right along with her. By this time, I am laughing so hard that I am crying and tears are pouring down my face. I could not look my husband in the eyes because he too was consumed with uncontrolled laughter and tears.
Finally, after circling Atlanta several times we came in for a very rough landing. Was that cheers I was hearing? At last the plane grew quiet as we readied to disembark. That poor little cat became very demure and was thrilled to get home! It gave a sweet little meow and then acted as though nothing unusual had happened!
Niles and I went out for a nice dinner at the airport and waited for our final flight to D.C. We laughed again and again over the very strange flight! Alas! The night was not over!
It was time to board our final flight to Washington D.C. National Airport. As we stepped into the cabin of the plane I heard several people saying ew, yuck...the entire place smelled like vomit! Yes, obviously someone else had a turbulent flight and didn't handle it as well as our former carousing passenger. Soon the crew put a scented something or other through the circulation system and it smelled a bit like mint with a faint hint of vomit in the background. However, our flight was smooth, safe and we finally arrived in Virginia around one in the morning. As we drove up to our home and staggered with fatigue up the side walk I knelt down and kissed the earth. No monstrous spiders were there to greet me. At least, if they were there...they stayed well hidden from view which made me one happy Virginian!
P.S. The above tales are true and told to the best of my ability.. And no, I did not change the names to protect the innocent. There are not any innocent folks in this story and the most humiliating incident happened to me personally.
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