...than sliding into your own bed after more than 24 hours awake and two weeks away?
I don't think so...
Recently in On the road again... Category
I am ditching you guys and going to the other side of the planet...
Ok, I am not ditching you (as if I ever could (I can't quit you!)), but I AM going to the other side of the planet...
I have arms full of holes and a to-do list a mile long, but at least I have a weekend to get my S*(% together!!
I'm actually looking forward to 18 hours with no cell phone! Though I think going 18 hours without internet is going to give me a serious case of the shakes... Good thing I have that layover in Amsterdam so I can mainline a little Google...
I'm bringing the good camera with me, so hopefully I'll get some decent shots this time (the one above was taken with my Konica snappy and turned out suprisingly well considering I was in a moving car at the time) and hopefully I'll have some free time to use it and not be falling over from lack of sleep...
And with any luck I won't end up taking a cold shower for 2 days because I'm apparently too STOOOOPID to figure out the plumbing...
Wish me luck!! :D
*'Horn Ok Please!' is a phrase painted on the back end of many vehicles in India which apparently means 'Kindly sound your horn to let me know you're coming up behind me rather than just straight running me off the road like you usually do ^$$hoooles thank you!'
Whose rooms I accidentally tried to enter...
I truly apologize...
I thought I KNEW what my room number was...
It turns out I was sadly mistaken...
(It's kinda like a room lotto: 'Please dear God let this be my room... or at least let it be EMPTY!!')
'A bag, a bag, a purse and a coat...'
'A bag, a bag, a purse and a coat...'
'Four four four four...'
'Don't leave any of your S**! behind...'
That was my mantra as I went through the normal airport gyrations yesterday...
That's my mantra pretty much every time I go to the airport...
I have to keep a number in my head that corresponds to the number of things that SHOULD be in my hands as I move through the ever-so-entertaining (NOT) process of getting to one place or another... Because otherwise my hands won't pay attention to my brain (or is it the other way around?) and stuff gets left behind (like my FAVORITE raincoat GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!)
So... I'm back to travelling the globe to exotic and glamorous locations (or maybe just places like Dallas and San Diego) and am having to schlep my stuff around and not leave it anywhere... And lately, because I've gotten better at packing or tired of waiting for bags (or both) I've been carrying on... Which means I have even MORE stuff to keep track of...
Now, my MO in these situations is to get to the airport early, so as not to leave my stuff behind in my stress over being late, and to get on the plane early, so as not to annoy my fellow passengers who must wait for me to deal with my stuff...
Not so for really-important-therefore-really-late-guy...
Dude blasts on the airplane at the last minute (he was literally the last guy on...), takes his impressive self to his first-class chair, and then attempts to deal with his stuff in an completely booked plane... And when I say STUFF I mean an overstuffed carry on, a briefcase AND a smaller bag AND a hard sided case AND a huge stack of loose file folders... and when I say DEAL I mean making an announcement to the flight attendants to the effect of 'No way I am checking any of this' and proceeding to move from overhead to overhead and pulling bags out and trying to rearrange them so he can fit his stuff in...
Dude actually opened the overhead above my seat three different times ( the overhead containing the stuff I'd gotten on the plane EARLY to find a place for) and I was fully prepared to leap out of my seat and beat him to the ground if he even TOUCHED anything... Fortunately for him, he did not... Unfortunately for him the flight attendants decided they'd had enough of him and took his 'VERY EXPENSIVE and VERY FRAGILE' piece of S&*! equipment deep into the bowels of the plane where they most likely used it as a football...
Don't be that guy... :p
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