the cash bar of justice

2001.06.11 23.23

Got back in Houston on Friday night just in time to enjoy the floods. Drove through some high water leaving the airport and a small bit of water in my car. Dried out car. Took car to Wal-Mart and changed the oil. Checked on DeLorean and found that it was perfectly dry. Battery was dead though. No sweat. Did a lot of home cleaning and computer work for most of the weekend. On Sunday I left for the airport and enjoyed almost an uneventful drive. The guy at the gate was a total butt munch, however, as he berated me for not having my bags checked in by arriving earlier. ''I was late because of the floods,'' I explained. Not good enough. He kept up his bitching. I cut him off and said I appreciated the disclaimer but it wasn't necessary. His panties were then officially in a wad and he insisted on telling me what I should have done. Big baby. The ticketing agent chick didn't suggest that I check in my bags when I'd been given my boarding pass only a scant few minutes earlier. So I blame her. Come to think of it, she even said, ''You can take one carry-on bag and check the rest at the gate.'' So I did and I got my butt chewed out my Mr. Holier Than Thou I Must Munch On Your Butt Ticketing Agent Home Boy. This was an AirTran flight, by the way, so you get what you pay for. When I arrived in Philly I found that one of the 3 bags I'd checked didn't show up. Bastard ticketing guy. Wondering if this was his dirty work. Filled out forms for missing bag. The bag contains my shoes and toiletry stuff. This took, like, an hour. Then I got to go to Budget Rent-A-Car who had lost my reservation. After another hour they gave me a nice big Ford Ranger pickup truck for only $22 a day. Now all the people I work with up here will start asking me if I got a gun rack with it. You do know all of us Texans have gun racks, right? I'm considering saying that I only have a convertible and can only fit a handgun rack in my backseat. Then I got on I-95 and drove the wrong direction. For a long time. It was really pretty, but I couldn't understand why all this cool stuff had completely been ignored when I went to the airport on Friday night. So, I turned around and eventually got back to the Best Western at 2:30 AM. Unpacked and conked out. Woke up next morning and improvised by using diluted shampoo as mousse. Later tonight (Monday) I went to a grocery store and stocked back up on toiletry items. Hoping the airline doesn't find my bag so I can get new replacement shoes for my old ones. Is that wrong?

Found out that Timothy McVeigh had been executed courtesy of my Blackberry Wireless device. Not what I'd been expecting, but impactful never the less. Onward.

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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are my own only and in no way represent the views, positions or opinions - expressed or implied - of my employers both past and present. « pretty fly for a white guy \| Main \| the floods 2 » the cash bar of justice 2001.06.11 23.23 Got back in Houston on Friday night just in time to enjoy the floods. Drove through some high water leaving the airport and a small bit of water in my car. Dried out car. Took car to Wal-Mart and changed the oil. Checked on DeLorean and found that it was perfectly dry. Battery was dead though. No sweat. Did a lot of home cleaning and computer work for most of the weekend. On Sunday I left for the airport and enjoyed almost an uneventful drive. The guy at the gate was a total butt munch, however, as he berated me for not having my bags checked in by arriving earlier. ''I was late because of the floods,'' I explained. Not good enough. He kept up his bitching. I cut him off and said I appreciated the disclaimer but it wasn't necessary. His panties were then officially in a wad and he insisted on telling me what I should have done. Big baby. The ticketing agent chick didn't suggest that I check in my bags when I'd been given my boarding pass only a scant few minutes earlier. So I blame her. Come to think of it, she even said, ''You can take one carry-on bag and check the rest at the gate.'' So I did and I got my butt chewed out my Mr. Holier Than Thou I Must Munch On Your Butt Ticketing Agent Home Boy. This was an AirTran flight, by the way, so you get what you pay for. When I arrived in Philly I found that one of the 3 bags I'd checked didn't show up. Bastard ticketing guy. Wondering if this was his dirty work. Filled out forms for missing bag. The bag contains my shoes and toiletry stuff. This took, like, an hour. Then I got to go to Budget Rent-A-Car who had lost my reservation. After another hour they gave me a nice big Ford Ranger pickup truck for only $22 a day. Now all the people I work with up here will start asking me if I got a gun rack with it. You do know all of us Texans have gun racks, right? I'm considering saying that I only have a convertible and can only fit a handgun rack in my backseat. Then I got on I-95 and drove the wrong direction. For a long time. It was really pretty, but I couldn't understand why all this cool stuff had completely been ignored when I went to the airport on Friday night. So, I turned around and eventually got back to the Best Western at 2:30 AM. Unpacked and conked out. Woke up next morning and improvised by using diluted shampoo as mousse. Later tonight (Monday) I went to a grocery store and stocked back up on toiletry items. Hoping the airline doesn't find my bag so I can get new replacement shoes for my old ones. Is that wrong? Found out that Timothy McVeigh had been executed courtesy of my Blackberry Wireless device. Not what I'd been expecting, but impactful never the less. Onward. « pretty fly for a white guy \| Main \| the floods 2 »