| Apr. 9th, 2009 @ 01:58 pm (no subject) |
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The post that I make after this one will be a throw back to old times, a picture post from my ventures in London. I'm still in Scotland, but have a little downtime, so I figured I'd talk about the fun ride here anyways.
My flight left Fort Myers pretty early in the day, the time already alludes me, lets say 9ish. I check in at the airport, drop off my piece of luggage. This will be one of the few times where I've flown with a check on piece of luggage, I figured I might bring some stuff back, so it'll be worth having some extra room. This choice would prove to be a bad one. I check in, I get to my gate and of course have about an hour until my flight leaves, which is about on par with the recommended times to get to the airport and Fort Myers airport, I always expect it to be busier. So I'm sitting in a row, it's pretty much empty where I am, not many people around at all, when an older gentleman approaches me and asks if he can sit in the chair right next to me. Let me paint the picture a little more clearly, I am at a place where there was only one chair next to me, and the other side a table and more chairs. Across from me more empty chairs. So, it's a little weird to me that he wanted to sit right next to me, but I say, "Sure." He sits down, pulls out a paper and starts to read it. Maybe two minutes later he starts talking to me. He was a nice man named Charles. He works for the Salvation Army and was going to North Carolina to give a lecture. I tell him that I work at the Edison Home and to stop by and I'd get him on one of my tours. So I 'm thinking, what a nice man. Here comes the fun part. I get on the plane, the flight is fine. I land in Atlanta and immediately head off to the bathroom. I stand in front of a urinal and get ready to go when an arm grabs me on the shoulder. Now my penis is out and I turn around and it's Charles. He starts saying hi and talking. There are few things in this world that will make me not have to pee, this is number one. So he is standing like right behind my left shoulder arm on it. I'm quickly like, "hi..?" leave the urinal, pee still in me, and rush off. Charles of course accompanies me until he had to head off to another terminal. I'm standing there after he left and regretting the decision of telling him about the Edison Home...
Don't worry, more fun things happen.
I had about a two hour layover in Atlanta. I stop grab a bite to eat and call me sister. I check the times again after an hour and see the my flight was delayed. Instead of leaving at 4 it had changed to 5. This isn't too bad considering that my flight to Edinburgh was leaving at 7:55 out of JFK, so I had a little buffer anyways. I decide to go to the info booth and talk with them, just in case. I wait on the line. This line had maybe ten people in it, but was not moving at all. There was a choice though to wait on line and get a real person face to face or to pick up a phone and call delta directly. I don't know why I thought a real life person would be better, but it was what I was thinking. I finally reach the counter and talk to the lady. I say that my flight was leaving at 5 now and if she thought it was ok. She said it would be really close. So, I look up and notice another Delta flight going to JFK twenty minutes from the time I was talking to her. I say, "Can I just get put on that flight?" she replies, "That's a Northwest flight." and say, "I thought Delta owns Northwest now..." and she says, "Yeah, but it's a differently company, and we can't put you on that flight." So I go, "Ok.. that's weird..." and that was about all the help I got. I walk away from the counter and call me sister to tell her of the progress. She looks up the flight and sees that it was delayed again, this time until 6. Seeing that I was leaving at JFK at 7:55, it was impossible for that to work out. I decide to go back to the info booth and pick up a phone. The lady on the phone is like, "There is a flight leaving in thirty minutes, I'll put you on that." and I went, "That's what I tried to do originally..." but she couldn't help it, she did help me though. I ask her before hanging up, "Will my luggage be able to get on this flight?" she says, "It's thirty minutes, they should be able to get it over." I race over to the other terminal, call my sister and tell her that I had gotten an early flight. Rush onto the plane. The people on this plane had been delayed for fours hours, and were grumpy. Also, when I got to the terminal and gave them my ticket, they were like, "I didn't know there was anyone else..." so I was about the last person on that one, following the captain. I get onboard and as I sit down buckle up the plane gets ready to leave. I think to myself, "There is no way in hell my luggage made it."
Now this flight was one of the worst flight I have ever been on. Screaming and crying kids a row behind me, a kid that was just out of control kicking things. Parents not doing anything. Just a headache. Luckily it only lasted two hours...
Get to JFK just in time. The plane was about ready to board to Edinburgh. I meet up with my sister and brother in law and we board the plane. This plane was pretty awesome only because there were pretty good movies playing. I managed to watch "Yes Man" and "The Day the Earth Stood Still." The former being alright the latter being awful. There was a point where a flight attendant walked by and was asked, "Water, tea, coffee?" and I ask, "Is there any way I can get more coke?" to which she replies, "Only water, tea, or coffee." and I say, "Right, sorry." she then says the same thing to the guy behind me and he says, "White wine." and of course she gives him one. So I say like an asshole to my sister, 'I thought it was only water wine or coffee." I think the flight attendant heard that and came back and gave me a coke.
Arrived in Edinburgh, no luggage of course.
Spent a couple of days looking around Edinburgh then spent a couple of days in London. My first post is going to be London, because my luggage finally arrived a day later, so I didn't really get any pictures. I'll wait to get copies of my older sisters photos to do a post about that... or will I?
Oh, Scotland was so cold when I got here. It was a strange cold that my body just couldn't adapt to, no matter how many layers I put on. I told me sister, "There must be some dementors near by." and she agreed. Anyways though, I forgot what shrinkage was. I thought I had experienced it back in Florida, but I was wrong. After the first outing in the tundra, I took my penis out to pee, and it was just like a flap of skin, all the innards were back inside me. (That's a gross image, and I wish it were true) Seriously though, I laughed when I saw the transformation that took place. I literally laughed at the size of my own penis.
Also, about that song "Pokerface" I've heard it more here than I ever had, which was zero times, it is now up to at least five. That song is awful.
On that note, off to explore more and such. bbiab with piccies! |
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