you drive.
Wednesday, December 24th, 2008I’m at the airport heading east for Christmas. Convinced that if I went to bed last night I would not have woken up, I instead have pulled an all-nighter. Hooray for me! I wiled away the hours between when normal people go to bed and now by first playing in a midnight poker tournament (didn’t do well, but literally saw no good hands… ah well) and then an Omaha cash game table. Not bad… I made up the $50 for the tourney plus another $25.
Now I’m at the airport waiting for the van to take me from the rental car place to the terminal. And the bus hasn’t shown up for about 10 minutes and people are getting wicked antsy.
I feel like if people are already wound this tight, things are only going to go downhill from here.
One woman snapped at her boyfriend, “I can carry my own purse, I’m not crippled.” And she wasn’t even remotely crippled.
Also, I feel like if the folks who do the oggie-boogie Nazi security thing at the curb at the airport focused on getting people to and from the curb in an organized fashion, their ability to properly monitor us for suspicious behavior would increase. And for whatever it’s worth, has anybody ever done a study on this? Or have they already solved it in France and Japan but we just suck?
Another thought… Christmas is the one time of year when there are more people who normally get upgraded flying than there are business and first class seats to accomodate them. Some people take it like champs… no big whoop seems to be the best attitude. But some people are not happy to be sitting out back with Jack, Rose and me.