The Mexican Hat travel story

The airport at Athens GA is so small they call it a “Flight Center.” One clerk, one counter, and not even a full length counter at that. One TSA agent, a dozen plastic seats in the waiting area, and a few 19-seat turbo prop planes sprinkled on the tarmac and there you have it.

Last night I was there with some friends who were picking up a friend. A 19-seater was just deplaning and entering the waiting area. It didn’t take long for the few travelers to scatter, but there was one young man left behind who was walking around in circles. He was holding an oversize Mexican sombrero. I laughed and asked him, “Did you bring that all the way from Mexico?” He said yes.

“Well, that is a well-traveled hat. Now it’s in Athens Georgia.”

A look of shock crossed his face, and his mocha colored skin turned white, then green. With an accent, he said, “Athens?”

“Yes”
Georgia?”
“Yes.”
“I am going to Athens Greece.”

We three launched into action. I heard the tell-tale clatter of the shutter being brought down over the counter. I knew that there would be no hope once the clerk left. The small airport is devoid of taxis, is in an outlying area, and there is no hotel within walking distance. Taking him by the elbow we brought him and his now bathroom emerged girlfriend to the counter and explained the situation. The clerk said to us that it happens more frequently than one would think.

The Greeks call their country ‘Grecia,’ so ‘Athens GA’ might have made sense to the two youngsters from Mexico. I don’t know. As we left, I glanced back and the view of two kids standing shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg, spines stiff but knees shaking, talking hurriedly to the clerk, haunts me now. Now I wish I had stayed with them until their flight was resolved. I would have taken them home and brought them the next day to whatever airport they needed to go. I think it’s important that people know that no matter how lost they are in the world, they will always be found.

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3 thoughts on “The Mexican Hat travel story

  1. That airport sounds smaller than one I encountered in Missoula, MT. When I first flew there after my parents moved to the area, the guy behind the ticket counter was the same guy that took us through security and the same guy that took our boarding passes to get on the plane and the same guy that appeared to be gassing up the plane. (This was before 9/11 so my mom and sister were there to see me off.) I remember turning to my mom to tell her that if the same guy was flying the plane, I’d take the bus home. 🙂I’m sure the folks made it where they needed to go safely, even if the route was a bit circuitous.

  2. I called later to see what had happened to them. They found a hotel, returned the next morning to take the first flight back to Charlotte NC, from whence the last leg had come, and from there boarded a planet to the real Athens at noon. I’m glad they were OK.

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