Greetings, all. I’m at the airport waiting to board my flight to New York. The place is rocking tonight. It feels almost like a party that nobody wants to be at but that everyone decided to attend “just for a minute,” and damnit if we’re not gonna see it through.
I’ll be flying Virgin America for the first time this evening. We’ll see how it compares to JetBlue…
So here are a couple of things that just happened, along with some observations.
While in the line to get my boarding pass and ID checked, a woman, probably late 20’s (though this is LA, she could have been 45 for all I know), did this elaborate improv all in an effort to cut in line in front of me. And I had a front-row seat for the whole thing. The casual and distracted purse rummage, the fake phone call, the pretending to look around for friends (even though she’s traveling alone), etc. Saw the whole thing.
And the strange thing was, the line wasn’t moving. For the longest time the line didn’t move an inch (I was hoping Brad Pitt or Michael Jackson would come down the escalator).
So this woman attempted to rock her way into the line for 5 minutes. Finally, the line started to move, and I was left with a choice: to speak up, or just let it pass…
I chose the former. I mean, fuck her, right?
So I give her the benefit of the doubt (translation: I don’t give her an ounce of doubt, but I want to see her lie)… “Ma’am, perhaps you didn’t notice the back of the line is back there?” and she turns and snarls at me, then says with a vaguely French accent, “Oh, security, no English,” and turns away from me to face the direction the line is moving. But I’m not done and I say, “ma’am, I heard you speaking English on the phone a moment ago. Now I suggest you move to the back of the line.” And that gets a huge “harumphhh,” and some sort of leg-hip-knee-elbow spasm/pose.
And then she left the line and moved to the back of the line.
Now, of course, she’s on my flight. I’ll probably end up next to her.
Then, 20 minutes later, I go to the wildly overpriced deli and pay $6.10 for a bottle of water and a small fountain soda and sit down at a table to eat a sandwich from Subway (tuna on Italian w double swiss and extra tomatoes) and enjoy my beverage.
About halfway through my sandwich a guy walks by and asks where I got the Subway from, and I tell him that I bought it off the airport. He mumbles, “well, that’s not fair,” but he’s not kidding, he really thinks it’s not fair.
I go back to eating, but five minutes later he’s standing over my with a tray and he says, “tables are for customers, you’re gonna have to leave,” and I choose to ignore him. That probably wasn’t the right choice, because his tray’s shaking a little bit and then he yells, “please get the manager, this man is an intruder,” and I do my best not to laugh because either he’s mentally unstable and I don’t want to be rude, or he’s mentally unstable and I don’t want to get whacked with a tray.
The manager arrives pretty quickly and asks the guy what the problem it, and he points at my sandwich (not at me, mind you), and says, “this isn’t from here, this isn’t allowed in here.”
And I’m basically done with my sandwich, which is to say I’m full though still have some left, but I also don’t want to be forced from the table. But the manager says, “sir, these tables are for customers,” and he says it as I’m taking a sip out of what I think was a distinctly-designed cup, but it isn’t until I shake the cup gently and tell him that I bought the soda and a water from his counter that he backs off and tells me I can stay.
But I was done, so I got up and left, and as I was leaving the guy with the tray yells, “yeah, that’s right, go!”
Anyway, he’s on my flight too. Should be a fun trip!!
Oh, and one random observation. I always get jealous of traveling teams. All so healthy-looking, clad in matching track suits, protected by older and slightly rougher men in the same track suits (though not looking quite as good), all happy to be going wherever. Anyway, I always get a bit jealous…