Traveler's tales
So far I've been from Nashville to Phoenix to Sacramento. I have concluded the airport is the richer man's DMV. You get to see all kinds in an airport regardless of what city you're traveling through.
Ok, so now I can explain.....
I'm convinced that no matter what coffee I get from any shop within an airport it's going to be horrible. I ordered a soy mocha in Nashville and it wasn't close to being right, and then at Starbucks in Phoenix I ordered the same thing only to receive what I'm sure was a latte. A few weeks back several local restaurants met with the airport hospitality division to begin offering food at the airport. I can't remember if Bongo Java was involved, but they need to be.
Nashville International has one policy that has to change. They charge something like $8 to wireless internet access, while in Phoenix and Sacramento it's FREE! It's a dumb policy, but would we really expect anything less from our own?
I am 100% certain country singer Joe Diffie was on my Southwest flight to Phoenix. It caught me off guard to see him because I wouldn't expect him flying on Southwest, but he's probably all about getting deals like we are. As we were taking off this young kid sitting in front of me was getting the biggest kick of seeing the ground below and clouds next to the plane. All he could keep saying loudly was, "Awesome, that's so awesome!" It was said with such wonderment that you knew he'd be telling that experience over and over to his friends.
Our flight leaving leaving Nashville was packed without an empty seat anywhere. I made it a point to be the last one boarding and then sat towards the front. No matter when I got on board I knew a middle seat is all I'd get, and sure enough I was wedged between a man and woman who weren't together. We starting breezing along at 40,000 feet when I start to wonder what some disgusting smell could be. After much twinging I finally realized it was the guy next to me with a case of severe halitosis. As the kid said, "Awesome, that's so awesome!" So for 3.5 hours this guy next to me kept yawning, coughing and sleeping with his mouth wide open. Everything you'd NOT want him to be doing to spread his funkiness, but what could any of us do?
Then I ended up getting my Super Shuttle fair comped to Adam's house. The shuttle cost $52 from the airport to Adam's house about 45 minutes away. The driver completely botched my trip which resulted in it lasting about one hour longer than it should have been. I won't bore you with the details, but my patience was being tested. Adam was more angry than I was since he recommended the shuttle to me (he couldn't pick me up due to his job in LA).
I finally made it to his house and hung out the rest of the evening there. I listened to Adam and his friend Brandon talk about all the different personalities (mainly women) they've worked with at the many different TV stations in NorCal. Turns out they'd dated a LOT of the same women without knowing. Then it was time for bed and the early wakeup call for our wine bottling event on Saturday.
Ok, so now I can explain.....
I'm convinced that no matter what coffee I get from any shop within an airport it's going to be horrible. I ordered a soy mocha in Nashville and it wasn't close to being right, and then at Starbucks in Phoenix I ordered the same thing only to receive what I'm sure was a latte. A few weeks back several local restaurants met with the airport hospitality division to begin offering food at the airport. I can't remember if Bongo Java was involved, but they need to be.
Nashville International has one policy that has to change. They charge something like $8 to wireless internet access, while in Phoenix and Sacramento it's FREE! It's a dumb policy, but would we really expect anything less from our own?
I am 100% certain country singer Joe Diffie was on my Southwest flight to Phoenix. It caught me off guard to see him because I wouldn't expect him flying on Southwest, but he's probably all about getting deals like we are. As we were taking off this young kid sitting in front of me was getting the biggest kick of seeing the ground below and clouds next to the plane. All he could keep saying loudly was, "Awesome, that's so awesome!" It was said with such wonderment that you knew he'd be telling that experience over and over to his friends.
Our flight leaving leaving Nashville was packed without an empty seat anywhere. I made it a point to be the last one boarding and then sat towards the front. No matter when I got on board I knew a middle seat is all I'd get, and sure enough I was wedged between a man and woman who weren't together. We starting breezing along at 40,000 feet when I start to wonder what some disgusting smell could be. After much twinging I finally realized it was the guy next to me with a case of severe halitosis. As the kid said, "Awesome, that's so awesome!" So for 3.5 hours this guy next to me kept yawning, coughing and sleeping with his mouth wide open. Everything you'd NOT want him to be doing to spread his funkiness, but what could any of us do?
Then I ended up getting my Super Shuttle fair comped to Adam's house. The shuttle cost $52 from the airport to Adam's house about 45 minutes away. The driver completely botched my trip which resulted in it lasting about one hour longer than it should have been. I won't bore you with the details, but my patience was being tested. Adam was more angry than I was since he recommended the shuttle to me (he couldn't pick me up due to his job in LA).
I finally made it to his house and hung out the rest of the evening there. I listened to Adam and his friend Brandon talk about all the different personalities (mainly women) they've worked with at the many different TV stations in NorCal. Turns out they'd dated a LOT of the same women without knowing. Then it was time for bed and the early wakeup call for our wine bottling event on Saturday.
posted by NashvilleCyclist.com at 8/11/2006 07:09:00 PM
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