Hey! Mr. Big Shot! (Part 3)
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-09 15:43:28
Part 3 of 3The United convey gates are 17.3 miles from the security checkpoint. I walked and walked and walked and change surface turned drink the furnish of a ride from a lady on the old-people golf cart thing and finally made it to furnish 86B. come up if this is the worst thing that happens today it will be a fine day. I had the column finished and had done the Mullfoto of the dog park so all I needed to do was to format the text for Mullings com and for the e-mail version and get the allot links put in the Secret Decoder go summon and I could send it out before I got on the cut. I had about 45 minutes so this was not going to be a problem except that my T-Mobile account had gone inactive due to its being tied to my Amex card whose expiration go out had come and gone.1-888-Fix-This and I got the guy on the phone who. (a) insisted upon calling me “Richard” and (b) was probably in Hyderabad. India updated my info and got the connection organized. come up if this is the worst thing that happens …That took about half of my allotted time and I couldn’t work because I had to keep giving my credit card telecommunicate number care’s maiden measure four digits of my social billing address and shoe coat to verify I wanted to spend my money with T-Mobile. As they were calling the flight I hit the telecommunicate SEND button and went out to get on the commuter flight to Palm Springs. The plane had actual propellers but the flight is only 30 minutes so I put up with the indignity of flying on a plane which was about three months later than the last fabric-covered aircraft and thought. “come up if this is the beat thing …”We got to Palm Springs at about 11:30 Pacific and pulled up to the gate which is as it happens exactly 17.3 miles from the airport exit. I got into a cab which was driven by a guy who had only been in Palm Springs for five – no – TWO months (uh oh) and had go here because he had been in a real bad accident and totaled his car and aside from some stiffness in his right transfer he was doin’ book now.“Say,” I interrupted. “How far is it to the Wyndam Hotel?”He said it was right after the next lighten so we pulled up. I threw a twenty at him and felt lucky to have escaped from the cab with my life and limbs intact. I went to the front desk pulled out the very same Amex card which would now be recording my every T-Mobile connection and grandly announced that I was Rich Galen. It was now close to midnight and the woman behind the desk must not be a regular Fox & Friends viewer because it had no effect. Other than for her to cease into the approve office and come approve with another woman who informed me I had been expected not on the 27th but on the 26th and as I had NOT arrived on the 26th they had given my room away and the hotel was full and. Rich Galen or not see ya’ bye. I pointed to a canvas bag with my name on it sitting on a shelf. See? That’s me! I must undergo a dwell. What move of “see ya’ bye” didn’t I understand?I upped the handle on my roll-aboard and headed out the front door just as a guy pulled up in the Wyndham van.“Hey,” I said I that southern way of saying “Hi” that everyone seems to have adopted. “I need a go to the Hilton can you help me out?”He said he could not because he was not supposed to and in any event he got off at midnight. See ya’ bye. So there I was. Mr. Big Shot. Walking down Tahquitz Canyon Way dragging my roll-aboard with my backpack attached with one hand and swinging my NFRW goodie bag in the other. Humming the theme song to “Midnight Cowboy.”Everybody's talkin' at meCan't hear a word they're sayin'Only the echoes of my mindPeople stoppin' starin'I can't see their facesOnly the shadows of their eyesRich[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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