Speaking of travel disruptions…
i’m curled up in a corner of the Philadelphia International airport. Sitting on hard tile, near an outlet. Backpack serving as backrest. Tummy has had a couple pints and a snack. The place is just lousy with people…. People in a hurry.
i will be here awhile.
Left the office mid-day yesterday for an easy trip to the east coast. Kick off meeting for a new project, i was to be “meat in a seat” – the Management-Like-Object who sends the “Yes, we care enough to send the high level salaried folks” message to our new partners.
i was in a good mood at the airport, encountering no lines, and had plenty of time before my flight for a change. Directed to go into the plexiglass “millimeter wave imaging” scanner, i decided to sing “The Stripper Song” and do a little ‘bump and grind’ for the agents about to visualize my lumpy middle-aged bits in a far off room…
The gentleman from the TSA who welcomed me outside the door smiled – saying “We don’t get many folks enjoying the process this much!”
daisyfae [cheerfully]: It was “the stripper song”… it reduces my stress levels if i’m doing this as performance art, as opposed to being visually raped by strangers!
TSA Man: Oh, that’s what that was. Didn’t recognize the song!
daisyfae: Maybe if i worked on making better trumpet sounds, that would help…
TSA Man: That opens up too many obvious jokes! I’ll leave it there!
Refreshing, for some strange reason.
Had a nice quiet night, ditching my travel mates for dinner, and opting to knock back a couple pints at the hotel bar. Spent the evening in my jammies, reading a book. Civilized departure time of 0830 allowed me to even sleep a little later than usual.
Meetings were fine. Enjoyable, even. i learned new things. We even laughed a bit.
It was on the drive back to the airport that we got the “flight cancelled” message via text – and from the backseat i started working travel options from the phone and blackberry-accessible internet.
We found an alternate airport. Flight will get us home after midnight. If it goes. Had to adjust rental cars a couple of times – as we’ll need a place that stays open late.
We have another five hours to kill in the airport.
Went for a pint. Talked with a pleasant couple hoping to get home tonight to the Carolinas… Patient, and delightfully surprised by the extensive beer offerings at the little hole-in-the-wall airport bar. We chatted while listening to another woman bitch endlessly into her cell phone about the horrors of a travel delay*.
i sit here, with free connectivity to an internet. i really have no idea how the internet works, yet it allows me to read the newspapers from around the globe – including my hometown. Allows me to send messages to my family/friends regarding my travel disruption. Allows me to check the hours of the rental car facility to make sure the lights will be on
if when i get there tonight.
As i read about the loss of life in Japan… the continuing uncertainty regarding the status of the nuclear reactors… the stories of those who have lost their homes… i stop feeling the hard tile under my ass.
As i read about the now international civil war in Libya? i stop worrying about getting off an airplane at midnight and having to drive for an hour to get my car, and then drive another half hour to get home.
As i watch a young couple playing with their four year old son – who is in a wheel chair? i remember that i need to call my 22 year-old and see how he’s doing.
Bring on the thunderstorms. i got nothin’…
* Weather. Entire east coast/midwest. Not a fuck of a lot the airlines can do with hail, lightning, snow and big winds, folks…