Friday, April 11, 2008

The one where cocktail hour should have started at 9am

There's a chance it could snow tomorrow in the Lou. I couldn't take it so I booked a flight to Ft. Lauderdale. [heh. I wish I had that rockstar life] The reality is I have training there all day saturday and managed to extend my free flight a few days to play in the sun. HOWEVER....

As required by my job, I am to attend training this Saturday. So their travel agency sent me confimation of my e-ticket about 10 days ago and I was reminded to CARRY ALL TRAVEL DOCUMENTS WHILE traveling. Which I did being the anal, clock watcher-planner that I am. On those papers were THREE different phone numbers should I have any questions. Perfect.

I get to the airport at the buttcrack of dawn and stand in line at curbside check-in. A very pleasant gentleman greeted me at took my eticket confirmation and ID. He clacks at his computer and pauses, and says, "You need a paper ticket. I'll walk you in to the counter so you can be first in line." WONDERFUL. If this happens to you? NOT A GOOD SIGN. And on top of that, the back of my head is still burning where the 600 people who were also in line at the buttcrack of dawn were staring at the chick who just butted in line. So, JOY [ironic name for the cheerful airline counter people, no?] does her little clack routine and says, "Your reservation is here but you don't have a ticket". I must have looked a little homicidal because she said, "I see some phone numbers here, you'll have to call them to take care of this for you. OR you'll have to purchase a ticket." Good times. So I get on the phone and proceed to leave very FIRM messages at all three phone numbers. Something along the lines of.. "I'm traveling as a guest to YOUR training seminar today and I was just told I don't have a ticket. Despite having a confirmed e-ticket that apparently NO ONE ACTUALLY PAID FOR so I need someone to call me RIGHT NOW."


And the security line is now winding it's way out the door and across the river. So, I bought a ticket. And left another firm message. And buying a one way ticket that late in the game also buys you upclose and personal time with the TSA folks. Not only did I have to get yanked out of line, they also patted me down [without even dinner or a movie first!] and swiped my shoes, phone and laptop, checking for explosives. Now, I've never been around explosives as far as I know but I was sure, the way my morning was going, that I probably came into contact with some somehow. But no, the slightly squishy, frazzled minivan driving mom came up clean.

I was putting my shoes back on when my phone rang. It was the travel agent. I thought it best to let it go to voicemail at that point and that's when I wondered if 9am was too early to drink tequila directly out of the bottle.

And the whole time I kept thinking...I'm so glad I'm not flying American....

And I made it. At 3:35pm I was playing in the ocean. And I was even wearing a bikini. Which NONE of you will ever be witness to. But I'm never going to see any of THOSE folks again. My apologies to their eyeballs.

Life is tough, but with the sun on my face and drops of sea water drying on my skin, it could be a lot worse.



Blogger bstrouf said...

Good for you!

(We're two days and counting from our now "annual" Florida Keys vacation...)

Can't wait!

2:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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1:24 AM  

Fricken' spam.

Hey, I've seen that pic before! Someone sent it to my phone.

It sure beats Oakland Gyros.

(Well... maybe it's tied.)

12:44 AM  

Is that a gay couple on the left - the one where the one guy has a really big belly?

5:53 PM  
Blogger mimikatemom said...

Yes, I'd imagine since they were on the beach, in the sunshine, that they were very in happy. [eyeroll]

11:38 AM  

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