Pray for Me. I’m Flying COACH!
I’m flying to Tucson again today for two days of dealing with auditors. Fun in the sun - NOT!!!
Quite often, I’m flying on Northwest, where I have “elite” status and get upgraded to first class frequently (for no good reason I can think of except that I fly too much), or on Alaska or Continental, which honors Northwest elites. Today, however, I’m on Delta, which thinks, despite ample evidence to the contrary, that I’m just another unwashed creep to be tasered and prodded to my seat in coach class.
I’ll survive, I think - I’ve still got the blue-collar grit from when I was a poverty-stricken stranger to the nation’s airport concourses. Bring on your ersatz ham sandwiche and Sun chip “dinners”. I’ll eat every crumb and STILL exit the plane under my own power.
I was a TSA “selectee” again today, most likely because my outbound and return tickets are on different airlines. Always happens when I do that. When you’re a “selectee”, you get funnelled to a separate chute in the TSA abattoir, and one person goes through ALL your carry-ons while another waves a wand over your entire body, looking for marketable transplantable organs. The woman pawing through my backpack knocked my Canon S300 camera onto the floor. She handed it to me and asked me if it still worked, and I removed it and took her picture. I’ll post it tonight if it’s any good. Wonder I wasn’t shot, but she had a good sense of humor about it, and, after all, I was the injured party.
The comfort to you, dear citizens, is that TSA has once again ensured the flying public that I’m not an imminent threat.
