Here are a few things about my trip:
- I am in Zone 2 for boarding. As I stand in line there is a lady with a small child who is obviously also in my zone. “Please don’t make me sit next to the baby, please don’t make me sit next to the baby.” Because the flight is full. And I hate traveling with small children. They are loud and annoying. And sticky.
- There should be some kind of training for people who use the people mover. It is highly entertaining to watch some of them exit off the moving conveyor belt. And I couldn’t help but wonder why one elderly woman even thought she should use it; I mean she had a walker. And a suitcase. Way too many wheels for one person.
- I immediately begin my “Where’s Waldo” game looking for the Starbucks in my connecting airports. Usually it isn’t in the gate area that I need to be in so I have to use time management skills to get there and back to my gate before my flight leaves. However, I do plan for this in advance with at least an hour layover between flights. Because I want Starbucks. And technically it is my breakfast meal.
- Airplane turbulence is not scary to me. Rather I think of it as a free roller coaster ride. While others on the plane may be grabbing their armrests with white knuckles, I am quietly smiling inside thinking “Whee.” Besides, if I were to die, what better way than in a plane crash? I bet I would be remembered more for that than any of the other more boring ways in which to die.
- Interview with a flight attendant: “What skill set would you bring to Bagfee Airlines?” the hiring manager would ask. And the prospective employee would answer: “I can shove 15% more luggage into the overhead bins than other flight staff.” “You’re hired.”
- Love, love, love the tunnel in the Detroit airport. This is the second time I got to walk through the color and music montage.
- At the hotel we shared the conference area with the National Homicide Detective Convention. I liked the comment from the guy in the elevator: “I could have done without the autopsy pics right before lunch.” I’m thinking that their seminar was probably much more interesting than mine. But none of them had guns. What’s with that?
- I was a bit surprised to see that there was a 13th floor in the hotel. The explanation from the hotel staff was that the hotel was designed by an Asian architect firm. The 13th floor is fine; it is the 4th floor that was eliminated. (And I am not even going to get into the story of what it took for me to take a decent picture here – let’s just say I never did offer an explanation to the folks who got on the elevator from the 17th floor).
And finally: What is with the skanky palm trees in the hotel lobby? And I wonder if pets are allowed? (Boca would so love this).