Short travel update because I have a sandwich to eat and nothing to do while I eat it. I know you're supposed to focus on nothing but your food when you're eating, but I have to be doing something else or I get bored. Right now I am eating a turkey sandwich on foccacia while sitting on a balcony over a marina in San Diego. The sandwich is delicious, and the balcony is cold and windy. I hate flying across the country to spend time in weather that's colder than what it was when I left Michigan. But the view is much better and the sandwich continues to impress me.
Anyway, I flew out here on two flights, as is always the case when going anywhere from my tiny airport. One flight I flew first class, and the other coach. I was expecting the obvious differences; one flight they fed me decent food and I had plenty of room, and on the other I was given a processed meat log and the woman next to me fell asleep with her foot in my laptop case. But the difference I was not expecting was the bathrooms. In first class there was nice soap and a sign that said "Smoke Dectector Installed for Your Protection." In coach, there was nice soap and a sign that said "Smoke Detector Installed for Your Erection."
That was awesome. It made me feel safe.
The next awesome thing that happened was at baggage claim. Now, I have the standard black suitcase on wheels that I travel with constantly. It looks like every other bag in the world. I have an orange luggage tag that I use to spot it, but I've still had to chase someone through the airport after they've picked up my bag before it got to me. So I always look at the printed baggage claim tag just to be sure, and I see other people doing the same. While waiting for my bag, a well-dressed guy in his 50's or 60's was standing next to me, watching the chute for a bag very intently. A hot pink duffel bag fell out, embroidered with the name "LINDA" in two inch tall letters. He stopped the bag, grabbed the luggage sticker and checked the last name. Then put it back. Because obviously it wasn't HIS hot pink bag with the name LINDA on it. A few minutes later he took a regualr black wheelie off the conveyor and left. I really wanted to ask him why he wanted to steal Linda's bag, but I've learned to go 18 hours without speaking to people while traveling, so I just started to think about sandwiches.
And now I'm done with mine. More later. |
