J E E - R A H L

Houston

Houston... We have a problem.....

Hahhaa. Why do I always have the oddest airport experiences?

So, I get to Phoenix Sky-Harbor Airport and I've got plenty of time to burn. I'm walking around checking out the shops and randomly, a buddy of mine from Atlanta calls. He needs help with his computer. As I'm talking to him, I look up at one of the many monitors they have and see across the bottom "Mr. Chun, please go to the America West ticket counter to claim lost property". I my mind I replay the crucial moments as I check in. I put my drivers license away, I didn't take out my credit cards and I have my boarding pass. WHAT could I have lost that has my name on it? So, I get off of the phone with my buddy and head over to the ticket counter. They're clueless. One woman wasn't even helpfull. They finally directed me to these kiosks that have a phone where you call in to see what the hell they want you to do. So I call. This guy picks up and tells me to go back to the ticket counter. Blah blah blah, long story short, I spend the next hour talking to the most unhelpfull people I've ever met. I swear I didn't lose anything. And if I did, it wasn't anything important. Anyway, I finally gave up and just boarded my plane. I'm thinking there was another "Mr. Chun" out there. What are the chances?

The plane. It's always the same thing. I usually wait and board towards the end when the line isn't as long. That way all the ametures have rushed in and gotten seated and shoved thier oversize bags into the overhead bins. I board. I have an isle seat and the window seat is open. Heh. You ALL know what this means. This means that the next 15 minutes is a private little game show. You inspect every person walking down the isle. I sit there hoping it's some cute chick that I might be able to have some kind of conversation with. Riiiiiiiiight. All I see is person after person of tall wierd looking dudes. They all pass - WHEW, there might be hope yet. Then there he was. Scruffy hispanic dude. Eyes COMPLETELY bloodshot. I mean, this dude could make a bloodhound jealous. He didn't smell like alcohol though. It gets better. He had this jacket on, well, if you could call it that. It was more like he bought a down comforter and decided to wrap his upper body with it. And he is sitting next to me..... Wonderfull.

Before we take off, two very odd, but funny things happen. The first is, there's this guy that decides to walk to the front of the plane. I don't know exactly why because I don't think this plane had any bathrooms up near the front. But that's not the funny part. The funny part is, this dude had something hot pink in his back pocket, and a little piece of it was hanging out. Now, there's no way to know for sure what it was, but if you ask me, it looked a lot like women's underwear. I noticed it as he walked by and started laughing to myself. I wonder if anyone else saw it too. The second funny thing is, about two rows up, someone gets a call before we take off. The dude's ringtone, I SWEAR, was M.C. Hammer's "Can't touch this". I don't know why I found that so funny.

Posted by e1000 at December 4, 2006 01:58 AM