Travel is not glamorous. It’s tedious, and a test of patience on most days.
With the recent Partial Government Shut Down, and several airports having to close lanes due to the shortage of personnel, I signed up for one of the ‘Fly-By ID check’ services.
It uses biometric data to assess your ID, so you an bypass the big lines, and go straight to the metal detectors and X-ray machines.
It was kinda cool. My iris’ took better than my fingerprints. I felt like Edna Mode, opening entering my design studio.
But the folks standing in the cattle lines weren’t happy when I was escorted past them to the Pre-Check. I thought it was awesome! Hey, you pay your money, you get your choice. I’m a big fan of open market competition to government cattle lines, and I fly often. It wouldn’t be worth the cost if I only traveled a couple times a year.
Of course it is a quandary. Why rush to get to the terminal when your flight is delayed? I only traded one wait with another.
9 hours later, I arrived in San Francisco, after delays, and delays, and connections.
I think I might be invisible.
Waiters, bartenders, clients, bosses, friends, family.
I might need a nap.
Coming home from a hard trip to Lubbock. Getting to the airport. Getting on the plane. Getting the rental car, that was a trip. No one at the counter, and waiting for someone to show up so they could argue about how I spell my last name. Checking into the hotel, and trying to get a clerks attention. Bird poop is the big subject. Going to see clients, prospect, getting stood up. Heading back to the airport, and I can’t get my rental car turned in, cause you know they only have 15 spots in the parking lot. Waiting at TSA for a delayed flight, and no one knows what to do, but at least they took care of the wheel chair folks. Waiting in the Starbucks line at the Lubbock airport, but the conversation with the person right in front of me is soooooo compellingly wonderful, it can’t be finished, and then it’s time to take out the trash, so can I wait? It’s a 7 gate airport. 7 gates, and 2 of them are not being used and I’m the only other person in line…..sure I can wait till you take out the trash.
I made it to Dallas. My through flight was disrupted so I had to change planes. 3 hour delay in a very crowded Love Field. I made it to the bar at Cool River. I sat, and there were 3 bartenders in front of me….3. They served 4 people that came in after me, one of them was standing right behind me and they acknowledged him before me. I put my hand up in the air and started waving cash. 2 of the bartenders had the humanity to be embarrassed.
There was a day when I had 0 problem getting a bartenders attention. I don’t know that there has ever been a time when I’ve felt so ignored, invisible, non-existent.
I got home, and had the quiet I needed to take an Advil pm and go to bed.
I’m still shaking my head. There must be a lesson in here somewhere.