iPodliness is next to happiness
We made it back to the airport this morning. The shuttle bus was allegedly rescheduled from 8:30 to 9:15, though the courtesy telephone message we were promised in the event of a schedule change did not happen. The bus arrived at 8:50 and left before 9, so it turned out that neither time was correct. When we got to the ticket counter, North American moved rapidly up to the top of my Shit List. Michelle got “randomly selected” for strip searching by the TSA, so the ticket agent had to retrieve her bag which had already been sent down the conveyor belt, and deliver it back to TSA for yet another hand check. That made three hand checks for the bag including the standard ones yesterday and today, and then the special one this morning. Meanwhile, a second ticket agent tried to tell us that our seats from yesterday were not available today, but when I insisted, amazingly they actually were available. We spent at least ten minutes standing at the ticket counter waiting for the bag to get back. Finally released, we went to the security checkpoint where we discovered that Michelle’s selection carries all the way through our journey today. Her carry-on bag went through the x-ray and then over for special hand check while she was just thrilled to hear the words “I’m going to have to wand you between your thighs, do you have a problem with that?”
But where’s the iPodliness and the happiness? Stepping back between the bus and the ticket counter, while we waited in line for the ticket counter, the airline returned my iPod to me. Now that we’re sitting at the gate, I plugged it into my AlBook and sure enough, it’s mine! Yeah!
Our flight back is now routed through Honolulu instead of direct, with a 90-120 minute layover for “cleaning and maintenance.” Somehow that phrase does not instill me with a tremendous sense of confidence.
