Portland Du Jour

I spent last Tuesday in Portland. It was an incredibly fast trip, and one of the more interesting ones, since I got stuck on an airline on which I didn't have any kind of status. I got stuck in the back of the plane with the bald guy in front of me, and he decided to lean back all the way crushing my legs. I've noticed that the sensors at the airports are a bit more sensitive, especially on holiday weeks. It was interesting that my watch set everthing off, so I could get my regularly scheduled groping and flogging.

I had dinner with my friend Larry at a Thai restaurant in Portland on Tuesday night. It's nice to see friends on the road. After dinner, I raced back to San Diego, with a minor flogging at the Portland airport. Despite the fact that it was Tuesday before Thanksgiving, it was still a busy travel day.

Boycott Continental! Really, now.

Later.

The Barriers Return

I made it to Toronto last night with great difficulty. Remember all of those barriers and hoops you have to jump through to get onto an airplane? Well, I hit every one of them on my way to Toronto. I even had the same issues through customs. It all started with my overly intrusive pat-down in San Diego. The alarm went off for the first time in over a year. It seems that they must have a different policy when traveling on Saturday, so beware! After that, I had the gut who wouldn't cover his mouth when coughing sitting next to me on the plane. In addition, the annoying bald guy in front had to lean back all the way and crush my legs, and then have the audacity to claim that my knee was in the back of his chair. Then there was the normal issue of entering Canada on business. The whole experience must have taken a lot out of me, because I needed a nap for the first time in quite a while.

Boycott Continental! I mean it, you know.

Later.