I call this “notes” on traveling when it’s really just going to be me complaining about traveling. I recently had to fly for work and, long story short, it took me almost twice as long to fly to my destination as it would have to just drive in the first place. If I had just gotten a wild hair across my butt and kept driving past Portland toward Missouri, I would have made it several hours before the flight that eventually carried me there.
Just to give you a small idea, when I arrived at Portland for my first flight, they were literally so flustered by what was happening that they just put me in a cab and sent me to Boston. It only got worse from there.
This was at Laguardia – the American Airline customer service rep I called suggested I go to this gate to see if I could get on standby for a flight scheduled to leave in 15 minutes. Sure, except I didn’t bring a knife to slash my way to the front of this mob.
I physically arrived at a total of six airports but only flew out of three of them. No fooling.
My last flight didn’t do much to calm my nerves. As I boarded the plane, I couldn’t help but notice what I hoped was condensation and not smoke pouring out of the vents.
But, my fears were allayed when I heard the pilot break radio silence in order to calm the people of the plane. Turns out Matthew McConaughey flies for American Airlines.
Alright, alright, alright. You tell me that wasn’t McConaughey.
Interesting note – YouTube appears to have automatically fixed my video which was shot vertically with my iPhone. Sometimes I do love technology. Especially when it seems to be saying, “We know what you wanted, idiot. We’ll take it from here.”
Another fun fact: I arrived at St. Louis assuming there was zero chance I would ever see my bags during my stay, but there they were. Apparently, my two bags and I took three separate planes into St. Louis and my bags beat me there by several hours. Should have hid myself in my suitcase.
And in case you are wondering, Missouri is still Missouri. Search for a bookstore and this is what you get:
To be fair, this is actually a screen shot from last time I was here. It’s possible that if I Googled bookstore St. Robert today I might get something other than a sex toy shop as the first hit. But I wouldn’t be willing to bet on it.
The Foolhardy Farmer 