Come Fly with Me
May 6, 2011
Nothing says airport like miles and miles of sensible carpet. Airports are the Dr. Sholls of the floor covering world. Or something like that. (May have to work on my metaphors.)
This is a probably a better good morning airport shot.
Not complaining, but:
1) Found myself without a bit of cash this morning. I’m sorry Skycab, sir; you were really nice considering the hour, and I appreciate the curbside service (so much), and next time I’ll have a tip, because that was lame of me.
2) When did that great little coffee place in the Southwest terminal close down? I am pleased (enough) to see that La Bou is Coming Soon, but that doesn’t get me a cup of coffee now. (Related: thanks, Starbucks, for being so ubiquitous, even if I had to hike a ways to find you.)
3) Mr. ATM machine (I recognize the redundancy): What do you mean my debit card has expired? Um.. really? Do you know how much money I just transferred into my account this week? Ask Sandy at First Northern. Really. Ask her. (Related: thanks, Starbucks, for the nice big balance I still had on my Starbucks card, that was kind of a life saver this morning.)
‘k, bye.
Life of Wry 