Monday, September 15, 2008
Delayed in Dallas.
Well, my flight is delayed till 10:30am. I am supposed to land in Houston at 11:30am now and my next flight is LEAVING at 12 noon!
Check in was a breeze here at Love Field. I was the only one in line for check in at the continental express desk where a nice young man helped me with my check in! I warned him as I plopped my bag on the scale "this thing weighs like a hundred pounds", he laughed and said, "close". It weighed 54 pounds! Anything over 40 and there is a 25 dollar charge and anything over 50 and its a 50 dollar charge. Since there was no one behind me he said, "If you can get 4 pounds out of there and put it in your backpack that would work." So I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my big song book where I keep all my guitar tabs for my now non-existant guitar, and I also pulled out my "Insiders Guide to Becoming a Yacht Stew" book by Julie Perry! Perfect! 50 pounds. We laughed as I fumbled with my now even heavier giant backpack and he said, "lets check on your connecting flights, ooo, looks like you might miss your connecting flight in Houston, the only flight out that has room leaves at 8:30pm this evening." I just shrugged it off and said with a smile "let's hope I don't miss that flight in H-town then!". By this time a couple of ticket counter ladies had walked over and were chatting with us. I was getting my wallet out to pay him the 25 bucks for my over weight (obese) luggage when he handed my boarding pass back to me, yanked my bag off the scale, sent it down the conveyor belt and said, "thanks for being so understanding, have a great flight." I just kinda took the boarding passes and said, "uh... Oh! Ok! Thanks! You too! Bye!" and that was it! He didn't charge me the 25 dollars for my bag! See? Always be nice to people in the service/customer service industry, they hold your wallet in their hands...
Now I am sitting at a lovely executive desk with my laptop plugged in, wireless internet pumping through my Mac and Red Hot Chili Peppers pumping through my headphones. I can see our plane out the window, It's a little jet! No propellers! Pretty cool.
I will update you guys when I get to Houston if I get delayed, If I can make my flight I won't have time to write so if you don't hear from me that means I made my flight! Keep your fingers crossed!