Friday, September 16, 2011

Really, September 11 didn't change the way we live? Yeah, right!!!!!

 
It's Thursday at Atlanta's Hartfield Jackson International Airport, after September 11th. I'm making my way through the sea of business travelers with roller bags. Man, I hate those!! There's nothing I hate more than a selfish roller-bag puller, who doesn't even try to make sure they're not tripping anyone. 

Anyhoo, this blog isn't about that but it offers some foreshadowing. I hit the gate, running, try to trip a woman with a roller bag who wouldn't move out of the way. I needed to go to the bathroom. I make it without leaving a puddle and I'm on my way to the train for baggage claim. This is what the hell I see. 


A doggone line to get onto the escalator. Are you kidding me? Now, keep in mind that I took the pic, so I'm not at the front nor am I at the back.  And they say 9/11 didn't affect us. Get outta here with that mess! Took me about 20 minutes to get down a flight of escalators. You know why? Well, yes, the obvious line but because those clowns with the roller bags don't know how to carry them on an escalator. I hate them, I tell you!  And then, when I finally get to the bottom of the escalator, I don't see why there was a holdup to begin with. Rubbish.

I get outside and traffic is backed up. Atlanta airport is always crazy but there were barriers all over, and police galore! I suppose there might have been some kind of threat or something and Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson is the busiest in the world, so I get it.


On another note and I'm not sure if this has anything to do with September 11, but what the hell is the deal  with people wrapping their luggage with saran wrap? Here these two are, lugging around bags 'o plastic and for what? To keep it clean? That's the whole point of luggage. You know they're going to throw them around, damage them and get them dirty. And, uhm, it's not like you're travelling with LV. I doubt they were even Samsonite ;-) Okay, I jest. Everybody lays claim to their own treasures. Who am I to say a word? But, can someone seriously tell me why the plastic? Please!  And, if you do know why, can you please explain if the plastic has anything to do with safety because I know TSA checks the bags you check (I get those white check sheets in my suitcases all the time-I hope they're not sniffing my undies). How do they get into the bags anyway without tearing the plastic. This is too much. I just don't understand.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

September 11th, ten years later.


I got to Atlanta Hartsfield International airport and expected mayhem. Well, I  was more than surprised to say that nothing could have gone smoother. Not only did Atlanta TSA give every officer OT but they were on top of their game but with such a great spirit. Everyone was laughing and making jokes (which had me kinda worried that they'd miss something). But, they made it so easy to go about 'the business'. I got my 'I remember' sticker and headed right on to concourse C with nary a finger up my legs or bag and no, 'ma'am, we're going to have to run your bag again.' Kudos to you Atlanta TSA. You did it when it really counted ;-)

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