Brandon Land

Air travel sucks. I barely got on this plane despite getting to park n fly an hour and a half before takeoff. Took forever for the van to come. Then he drove around the parking lot for 15 minutes, despite his passengers begging him to go to the terminal because “”it’s wasteful. We can get 3 more people in here and save that much gas”. Putz. Then, even though I had checked in already, the kiosk tried to tell me that not only was I not checked in, but I couldn’t because by then it wes less than 30 minutes to takeoff. So I stand in line for an agent and wait. He tells me to hurry to the gate (duh), so I did. The line at security was killer, but a very nice TSA agent (!) invited me to his (shorter) line at the next entrance. The only problem was the lady in front of me. 7 kids.  You can imagine how long it takes to get 7 kids to take off their shoes, put their bags up on the conveyer belt, etc.  I actually kind of felt sorry for her until the next part….They had to stop the machine and search ALL of her bags and each child’s bag, every one of them containing juice, milk, etc. The agents told her that was not allowed, and she yelled “those are not liquids, they are BEVERAGES!” I’m not joking. They explained that beverages were also liquids and she couldn’t carry them. I didn’t really get mad until she turned to me and said “I fly all the time, and they do this to me every time.  Why can’t somebody just tell them that beverages aren’t dangerous? Idiots.”  Again, I’m not kidding.  Seriously? You hold up passengers on a regular basis because you are too solopsistic to consider that beverages are made of liquid and therefore subject to the rules that govern all liquids with regard to air travel????  Who’s the idiot here?  By the time I get through, the final boarding announcement is being made. 17 gates away. I run, and get to the door as they are closing it. The agent actually gives me a dirty look and tells me in the future to make sure I get to the airport at least 45 minutes early because late people make her job harder.  Uh, okay.  By the way, her job as it pertains to me was to scan the stupid boarding pass and tell me I’m clear.  How is that harder?  Despite all this, I’m trying really hard to find joy where possible, so here we go: I flew in a super 80 this morning, and it was like visiting an old friend. After flying hundreds of legs on S80s in my life, maybe I’m just more comfortable with it, but I do like it better than the 767s I’ve been flying on lately, they seem more crowded and just don’t feel right to me.  I had no idea, but I missed that plane.  A lot of people don’t like them, but somehow it made me kind of happy. It’s going to be a fine day.

Geolocate this post

Posted with LifeCast