alternate title: Why Didn’t I fly Southwest like I always do?
I had to fly an airline I normally wouldn’t take. Starts with a U. Ends in a D. #$&*@ in the middle.
When I was in O’Hare waiting for my flight, I went to double check my departure gate and couldn’t find the flight number on the screen. So I go up to what I previously knew my gate to be (C1) and I inquired. The snotty gate agent looked at me and said “Um, it’s right over THERE. (pointing) At C4 – it says that on the BIG SIGN.” Thanks, sweet cheeks. Bitchiness duly noted.
And I had had it. I was tired, I was grumpy. And I shot back “I guess all those years as a librarian haven’t paid off because I CLEARLY CAN’T READ! THANKS!” (oooo…good one Chris. You really got her. why don’t you really be nasty and give her a free bookmark too?) Well, it sounded a lot more bitter in real life. Don’t make me use my librarian badge, I swear I will.
So, then I went to the store when I got to Indy and bought the Dude a bottle of wine for Valentine’s. (I don’t dig the holiday myself, but he is very good about such things, and so I’m working on my pro-Valentine Day’s attitude, plus, he’s worth it. </sappiness>) I got back to my room and realized that a) I can’t pack it in my carry on (how many ounces are in a wine bottle?) and b) IF I CHECK MY BAG IT’S 15 BUCKS! I’ve been living in a world of free baggage since I mostly fly Southwest.
Oh cruel world! How I will get this awesome Cabernet Savignon back home is a mystery. I might end up mailing it.
Well, that’s all for now, friends. No startling or amazing library thoughts…my mind is focused on wine and airlines.