Flying High
You know you’re flying too much when…
…you land at the SFO airport at 12:20 from Wisconsin
to catch a 3:00 pm to Phoenix in order to meet a
friend at 5:00 pm to drive to Tucson and you find out
that the 3:00 pm flight to PHX has been moved to 7:00
pm due to a mechanical malfunction in Las Vegas which
causes you to miss your ride from Phoenix to Tucson
which forces you to buy another ticket on another
airline out of another airport to fly directly to
Tucson via LAX at 7:00 pm arriving in Tucson at 10pm
because the hotel that you are staying at won’t let
you cancel your reservation since you’re supposed to
check in that day.
But then there’s the problem of your luggage which was
checked to go on the 3:00 pm flight from SFO to PHX.
But the luggage is now sitting on the tarmac near some
runway out at SFO and cannot be readily retrieved to
be returned to you so that you can catch a cab from
SFO to OAK. Thus your tennis racket, which you were
forced to check in since it can be used as a weapon,
and your beautiful burberry bikini are stuck at the
SFO airport while you lug yourself to the taxi queue
in order to rush home, repack, and catch the BART to
OAK.
Oh and did I mention the waiting in line for an hour
to try and get a refund from United Airlines for
forcing me to fly Southwest???
