While I am very much enjoying 2010, or as I have declared it, “The Year of the Hermit“, I also enjoy exploration and adventure.
True, I didn’t particularly enjoy barely missing my flight last night, but I did get to spend some time with a couple of girls I know who work at one of the airport bars. The flight was uncomfortably long, but at 30,000 feet over Albuquerque there were a few moments when the lights on the ground were distributed perfectly to mimic the stars, making it hard to tell one from the other. It was beautiful.
Once on the ground, my bags came out onto the carousel first, and I immediately went outside to wait for my shuttle. There I found a gift in the form of a pretty girl in sparkly blue slippers waiting similarly for her shuttle. I struck up a conversation and we talked a bit. Then, after a few moments, she politely moved a little way down the sidewalk to wait.
Yep, I still got it.
Finally my shuttle arrived, and I told the driver I didn’t have a reservation. He said it was no big deal, and tossed my bags inside. I wondered about it at the time, but I clambered in and ended up blabbing about the show and my speaking engagement with my fellow occupants.
In fact, I forgot all about it until we got to my hotel and I hopped out. I gathered my bags and headed into the lobby, dreaming about a glass of milk and some much needed sleep. I was stopped short by the driver. He had some financial matters he wished to review with me.
Oh yeah, that.
I’m embarrassed to say that the rest of the shuttle’s occupants had to wait while I found and operated a cash machine in the lobby. It only took a few minutes, but I’m quite sure that my grisly death was wished for many times by otherwise peaceful people. I’ve no doubt that they were at least as tired as I was.
Sorry about that, guys! Hey, at least we all got here safely right?
Right guys? Hello…?