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beachaholic
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Hayward, WI
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I just read your trip report sorry I didn't see it sooner. I read it a couple times and my mind read alot into what you were saying or possibly insinuating(sp). Sounds like a great time but matbe you can't post the pics on this family site.
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Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: Upstate NY
Posts: 1,956
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That's why PB was voted 'Naughtiest Chica' but she sure knows what pics are appropriate to post and not post. We're all just playing around with her and having a bit of fun.
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1-15-07
I leave work around 11:30 and hit the road to the cities. There had been a bunch of snow the night before so I wasn’t sure what the roads were going to be like. According to the MNDOT website and they showed that the road I normally took may be hazardous so I took an alternative route. I was convinced I’d end up in a snow drift somewhere. Thankfully, the drive was uneventful and there was no real snow until an hour outside of the cities. I got there around 2 and had 7 hours to kill…ugh. Why the heck did I think it was a good idea to leave so early? Went to Target and bought a couple books that I couldn’t find in my Podunk town. Then went to the big a$$ mall and walked around for awhile, ate something and still had several hours to kill….will it ever end. I decided I’d had enough and figured I would head on over to the airport. Drove over to the Marriott parked the car and took the shuttle over. Got checked in, went through security, and still had 3 hours to kill. So I walked all over the airport, couple people called me, got some dinner, and read my book until flight time. They kept calling for Chicago passengers that had been bumped off another flight, but I never heard anything on my flight. I finally got up to check the board and I was definitely at the right gate. So I wander back over and sure enough, they are boarding my plane. The people behind me asked if I ever heard an announcement and I said “No, I hadn’t either” I would have been one of those passengers that they had to start paging to get on the damn plane! The woman, okay…child….she didn’t look old enough to vote and she was tiny…I instantly hated her. Anyway, she and her boyfriend behind her were frantically looking for two seats together. There were none. I asked if she was a nervous flyer, she said she was…I told her she could hold my hand. Flight was uneventful, chatted a bit with my skinny, bitch of a seat mate…I mean, the woman sitting next to me. I realized this was getting long so I thought I'd post it....hopefully pics in the next installment.
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We land a little early in LA, wander down to baggage claim, find the correct carousel and within moments there is my bag!
I try to grab it, but they must have that dang thing on roller coaster speed instead of merry-go-round speed. I break a nail trying to grab it Some nice guy says he’ll get it so he pulls it off and gets it to me and I drop my book. Some other guy picks up my book for me. I tell you, these California boys love me….they are falling all over themselves to help me. I think I’m going to like it here! I head outside to find the shuttle for my hotel, I see the sign for hotel shuttles and there is my shuttle! My God, I love it here!! A couple more people get on after me and then a Mexican family of about 12 people and 17 suitcases attempt to board. The shuttle driver tells them he doesn’t have any room for all that and the next shuttle will pick them up. He calls someone on the radio and tells them what’s going on. He shuts the door and leaves and says, “The next guy would love to help them.” I can tell the guy is probably Mexican, because he speaks Spanish, has a dark complexion and drives like a bat out of hell. He drove that little mini-bus just like those shuttle drivers on the way to Playa from Cancun, break-neck speed, rarely using the brakes, except when he barely stops at the other places in the airport to pick up potential hotel guests. Those people had better indicate that they needed on the bus because he wasn’t going to make any full stops. And he made sure to honk his horn every time he did have to brake…for whatever reason. I was amazed at the number of people and hummers at LAX. They were both everywhere!! I don’t think I have ever been at an airport that had that many people around. Luckily my hotel was the first stop so I got checked in, up to my room, unpacked and got some sleep…cause I would need my energy tomorrow.
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