Trouble in Paradise
So I hear I am going to be speaking at a software conference in Cabo San Lucas. Whoo hoo right? Well sort of.
First I get stuck in Houston the night before I am supposed to fly out of Salt Lake and miss my flight to Cabo. Of course the next flight is a day later and $600 more. Then I get to Cabo this evening, only to find out I am here at the conference but none of my luggage came with me.
“Hmm, not sure where it is. Maybe we can get it to you tomorrow afternoon. But you can spend up to $25 to replace your clothes, shoes, toiletries, bathing suit, literature, tradeshow give-aways, etc.”
“That’s nice.”
So as I am in a line of a dozen other people who didn’t get their luggage either I call the shuttle that is supposed to take me to the hotel, and they say,
“No problem. The driver will wait for you.”
Right.
An hour later as I wait in front of the airport, the shuttle company assures me that the driver is there.
“Just go to terminal one and look for the FunJet sign.”
“There is only one terminal. I am in front of it and there’s nobody here except the taxi drivers trying to get me to come with them.”
“Look for the sign.”
“There is NO sign!”
“Are you in front of terminal one?”
“AHHHHHH!”
“Hmm, what color is your shirt?”
“Does it matter? It’s night and I’m the only person out here.”
“Green?”
Ten minutes later the van pulls up. Then he can’t understand that I don’t want a beer.
“Pabst or Corona?”
“NO beer.”
“Pabst or Corona” “NO Cervesa.”
“Corona?”
“AHHHHHH!”
Anyway, here I sit in my hotel at last, and I don’t have a thing to say. Or a thing to write.
Good night
First I get stuck in Houston the night before I am supposed to fly out of Salt Lake and miss my flight to Cabo. Of course the next flight is a day later and $600 more. Then I get to Cabo this evening, only to find out I am here at the conference but none of my luggage came with me.
“Hmm, not sure where it is. Maybe we can get it to you tomorrow afternoon. But you can spend up to $25 to replace your clothes, shoes, toiletries, bathing suit, literature, tradeshow give-aways, etc.”
“That’s nice.”
So as I am in a line of a dozen other people who didn’t get their luggage either I call the shuttle that is supposed to take me to the hotel, and they say,
“No problem. The driver will wait for you.”
Right.
An hour later as I wait in front of the airport, the shuttle company assures me that the driver is there.
“Just go to terminal one and look for the FunJet sign.”
“There is only one terminal. I am in front of it and there’s nobody here except the taxi drivers trying to get me to come with them.”
“Look for the sign.”
“There is NO sign!”
“Are you in front of terminal one?”
“AHHHHHH!”
“Hmm, what color is your shirt?”
“Does it matter? It’s night and I’m the only person out here.”
“Green?”
Ten minutes later the van pulls up. Then he can’t understand that I don’t want a beer.
“Pabst or Corona?”
“NO beer.”
“Pabst or Corona” “NO Cervesa.”
“Corona?”
“AHHHHHH!”
Anyway, here I sit in my hotel at last, and I don’t have a thing to say. Or a thing to write.
Good night
Jeff Savage — 9/25/2006 11:44:00 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
I'm not laughing at you, just laughing near you.
Oh no! Don't tell lost luggage stories, Jeff! I'm flying to Salt Lake City this week and I HAVE to have all the stuff I'm taking with me! (But thank goodness I already mailed a box to Michele, just in case.)
Knowing you, it all worked out beautifully, but I'd love to hear the rest of the story.
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