Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Vegas Trip Hitch #2

The reason I couldn't get the online check-in to work is because I was on some kind of security watch list and my confirmation number was blocked. The way you get off of such a security watch list appears to be simply showing up to the ticket counter and giving the clerk your I.D. She'll walk off and do something and then come back 10 seconds later and smile and give you your boarding pass and send you on your way. That's it. No special checks. No cotton swabbing of the carry-on bags. No probing with the little electric paddle thing. Nada. If you're not going to let me check in online, at least DO SOMETHING to me for putting me through the hassle of having to get all the way up to the ticket counter.

Ok, now for Hitch #2: I have this piece of crap, green cotton jacket that I absolutely love. Got it in SoCal for like $30 a couple of years ago and I've tried to wear it almost everyday since then. I decided to bring it along on the trip so I could wear short sleeve shirts in the casinos where it would be pretty warm and then wear a jacket as we walked outside in the cold (upper 30s- lower 40s) from casino to casino.

So I'm wearing my favorite jacket in the airport and I get on the plane and I think, "Man, it's going to get hot on this flight. I'm going to put my jacket in the overhead compartment." I get up to throw it in the bin, but the one above my head is full of oxygen bottles and the music and movie system stuff for the plane, so I have to put it in one a couple of rows back.

Fight to Vegas goes off no problem and as I'm gathering up my stuff to get off the plane, I rememeber my jacket in the bin. I walk back to get it and it's gone. Shit! One of the other passengers notices the look on my face and asks if I'm looking for something. So, I tell him, and he looks and it's not there. Shit! Then he says, "Wait a minute, here's a green jacket" and hands me a jacket he picks up off the floor in the row right below the bin. I'm thinking "Sweet! My jacket!"

No. The piece of crap, green cotton jacket he hands me is a youth small. Buddy, do I look like a "youth small" kind of guy?

So, before even getting off the plane, I've already started losing the clothes off my back. Not a good sign.

-dma

What? That's it? You spent a long weekend in Vegas with He Who Boogied With Lamar and all you've got is "I lost my coat on the plane"? I want some goddam scandal!

-Tyler

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