Every Day Should Be An Adventure
The gate agents announced three or four times that they needed at least twenty people to gate check their bags. Nobody stepped up to volunteer, so the gate agent tried once again, but this time with a twist.
“If I reach my quota today, I’ll be earning an iced coffee.” He smiled and looked around the room, “I’m thirsty—any takers?”
I laughed and nobody budged. Come on! That was funny!
“For we use the horse in more ways than any other animal: we ride on its back, attach it to wagons and ploughs, strap packs to it, drink its milk, eat its meat, go to war on it, cherish it as a pet and have turned it into a symbol of everything from wealth to political power, purity, laciviousness and human suffering. In 5,500 years of domestication, humans have transformed horses’ bodies into everything from buttons to thrones.”
~Susanna Forrest
Both of these signs were in my hotel room this week. I have no clue how to adjust the temperature in the room—should I try the window unit, or the wall thermostat?
Earlier tonight I went to dinner at Subway. As I ate, I dug my book out of my bag and began to read. After reading for awhile, I looked up from the page and noticed that there was only one other person in the store. He was at the table next to me, and he too, was reading.
What are you reading?” I smiled and held up my book, and continued, “I don’t see many people reading in public anymore—-well, books that is—not electronics.”
He returned my smile and replied, “You’re right—I almost never see other people reading like I do. I noticed right away that you had a book.”
We began to chat, and before I knew it, I realized that we had been talking for at least 20 minutes. It was time for me to get going, so I stood up to throw my trash away.
He stood up as well, and extended his hand toward me. We shook hands and officially introduced ourselves. He said, “I really enjoyed talking to you. Thanks.”
I laughed. “Did you notice that we didn’t even talk about what we were reading?”
“Yeah, I noticed,” he replied warmly. “I’ll tell you what else is rare, besides people not reading in public…a stranger being friendly enough to start a conversation. I can’t remember the last time that I’ve chatted with someone for this long that I didn’t already know.”
“Thanks—I enjoyed talking to you, too.”
I’ll probably never see him again, but he’s right. We need to put our phones down and connect with real people in a face-to-face way. It’s good for our souls.
For those of you who know me, you know that one of my favorite non-alcoholic drinks is an unsweetened iced tea, preferably with extra lemon. I’m definitely not giving up that habit! Instead, I’m trying to re-train myself to not rip open the plastic straw that seems to be automatically brought out to the table at every restaurant all across America.
I know that not using a straw seems insignificant, but it’s an easy place to start. We all know that we have too much plastic clogging our landfills and littering our roadways, open spaces, oceans, and beaches. We have to change, and we can begin—one straw at a time. When you break the straw habit, move on to cutting back on other types plastic packaging.
Check out this article—
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2018/06/plastic-planet-waste-pollution-trash-crisis/
A sea turtle will thank you!
Update—These to-go cups are designed to be used without straws. Of course, they’re made out of plastic, but straw waste is reduced! Baby steps…good job, Blaze Pizza!
A few months ago, I read an article about the unlikely friendship between Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart. They first met when he was a guest on her show in 2008, and their friendship has grown ever since. The article said that in 2016 they started a show together called, ‘Martha & Snoop’s Potluck Dinner Party, which premiered on VH1.
I searched for an episode on YouTube, and I have to admit that it was entertaining. They almost seem to balance each other, and it’s obvious by their back and forth banter, that they admire each other. Their show is now called, ‘Martha & Snoop’s Potluck Party Challenge.
This week I was teaching in Atlanta Public Schools. Out of 26 participants, I only had one guy in my group. As the week passed, I could tell that he appreciated my humor, and I definitely appreciated his. In other words, he was a good banter partner!
On the last day of the course, he approached me and asked if I had heard some of the participants laughing earlier in the day. I hadn’t heard them, or maybe I just didn’t notice. He told me that they were laughing about the two of us—they thought that we should hit the road and do an educational version of Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart!
I laughed SO hard! It might just work, but if not, maybe Martha & Snoop will want to invite us to their show!
I was scheduled to head to Atlanta, GA on Sunday, June 2nd. It was a direct flight, so things should have proceeded smoothly. I’m going to use a list to lay out the timeline, so it’s easier to follow along with me on my travel debacle–
14. As I approached my gate, I saw that the door was closed, so I figured that I had missed my flight. I was sweating and out of breath, and the woman at the counter looked at me with a weird expression as I raced toward her.
“I’m heading to Atlanta, has the flight left yet?”
“No,” she replied. The inbound flight hasn’t even landed yet.”
“What? Why in the world didn’t they tell me that at the ticket counter?”
UNITED–now I’ve lost my patience. THAT was unacceptable!
15. 6:01–Your plane has arrived. However, lightning has been reported close to Washington Dulles International Airport. For the safety of our employees, we’ve asked them to remain inside until the weather improves. We’re sorry for this inconvenience. Your estimated arrival time in Atlanta is 7:49 p.m. (What about our estimated departure time?)
15. I was given a $10.00 food/drink voucher by the woman at the counter for my inconvenience. United–$10.00? I went to Pizza Hut right across the hall from my gate and got pizza and a diet coke–the cost–$11.34. Nothing extravagant, and it didn’t even cover it. Others have been waiting in the airport for HOURS–$10.00 doesn’t come close to cutting it for them either!
16. Moments later I got this text: Delay Update: Your 12:45 p.m. flight from Washington to Atlanta is delayed further. UA6201 now departs at 6:45 p.m. on June 2. We’re sorry for the extra delay and are working to get you on your way. (HOW are you working on lightning? You just told us that was the reason for the delay.)
17. Back-to-back text: Delay update: Your 12:45 p.m. flight from Washington to Atlanta is delayed further because severe weather conditions on the way to your destination. UA6201 now departs at 7:15p.m. on June 2. We’re sorry for the extra delay and are working to get you on your way. (You’re GOD now? How are you working on it? You just said it was due to weather. How do you plan to work on that? AND please stop calling it the 12:45 p.m. flight–that’s getting a bit annoying.)
18. 6:32 p.m.–the passengers from the inbound plane de-boarded at our gate.
19. 6:48 p.m.–Much to everyone’s relief, we boarded our plane. When I scanned my ticket, the woman at the gate told me that I had been upgraded to 1st Class. Okay–things are improving.
20. We boarded and the pilot quickly got us out to the runway. He told us there would be a delay in take off because there was a long line of planes in front of us. Almost immediately, he came back on and said, “Unfortunately, I have some bad news for you. We have a very small window of opportunity. If we have to wait too long for take off, the flight crew will be ‘timed out’ and we won’t be allowed to fly. We’ve been going since 5:00 a.m.”
21. Sure enough, a few minutes later, he came back on and announced that the flight crew had ‘timed out’ and that he had to return us to the gate to de-plane.
22. When we got off the plane, the woman at the ticket counter told us to wait in the area until she could give us an update. She finally told us the flight was cancelled, and that we had to go to the customer service desk for help with re-booking. Since I was standing right next to her, I asked for clarification, “You can’t help us re-book?” She replied, “No, you have to go to the customer service desk.” She pointed down the hallway, and everyone stampeded in that direction.
23. I was about 10th or 12th in line, and it moved at a snail’s pace. At one point, fearful that I wouldn’t be able to be re-booked, I called United from my place in line. The representative told me that 10:00 p.m. flight that night was booked, and that the next available flight was at 12:45 p.m. the next day! I booked myself on that flight, knowing that I would have to cancel my first day of teaching. I asked if I could be put on the waiting list for the 10:00 p.m. flight and she informed me that she could only re-book, and that I had to continue to stand in line to be put on the waiting list. (WHAT? That’s crazy!)
24. I waited in line and was finally second in line, when the woman from my boarding gate stepped in and motioned for me to follow her to a nearby computer. I was grateful for her help, but why didn’t she help me hours ago when I first asked her? It was 9:05 p.m. when she started to help me, and 9:20 p.m. when she issued me a stand-by ticket for the 10:00 p.m. flight to Atlanta.
25. I arrived at the gate for the 10:00 p.m. flight at around 9:45 p.m.—that was cutting it close! Miracles do happen–I got on the flight!
26. I’m serious–miracles really do happen. Not only did I get on the flight, but my luggage made it to Atlanta, too! I finally arrived at my hotel at 1:00 a.m. and I was in bed by 1:30 a.m. My alarm went off at 5:45 a.m.
Yes, United–I’m tired! Shame on you! Yesterday was ridiculous! I could overlook it, if it was a rare occurrence, but things like this happen all the time. Tsk! Tsk!
Update—United apologized and issued me a $150.00 flight voucher for dealing with the hassle of this flight. Thank you!
For the last two weeks, I’ve had back-to-back trainings in Indiana. I’ve never trained here before and I must say that this place seems to have it out for me…
I was at my home airport for hours waiting for my flight to Dayton, Ohio—delay after delay, after delay. I finally landed in Dayton at around 5:30 p.m., which was about three hours later than I had expected. I still had to drive to the “middle of nowhere” Indiana, which was going to take about 1 1/2 hours.
About half way through the trip, it started to pour. The sky was really dark with low lying clouds. The landscape looked like a pancake—flat! I drove past miles and miles of flooded fields that looked more like lakes than fields. I came across two roads that were closed because of flooding. There were no detour signs, so I had to guess which way to go. With about 30 minutes left, I lost my cellular signal. I was lost and there was nobody around to ask directions, even if I had wanted to.
I thought it looked like a tornado could be brewing, but I had no way of knowing for sure. I kept myself pointed in the right direction, and on a wing and a prayer, I finally found my hotel. The town where I was teaching must have been in some kind of cellular dead-zone because I didn’t have service for the entire week. Ugh!
I don’t have time for this Indiana!
Fast forward to this week. I flew back to Dayton, and the trip in was uneventful. After landing I drove back into Indiana, and this time the drive was only about thirty minutes.
A few days later, I was in my hotel, and the TV show that I was watching was interrupted by a local weather report. There were tornado warnings in multiple counties including where I was staying.
The newscaster repeatedly said to get to a low level of the building. I was on the 4th floor of the hotel, which was the highest floor, so I listened to what he said! I went down to the lobby and I saw that the room was filled with many other nervous looking guests. Some were pacing around, while others were watching out the back windows and the back door. It felt comforting to be around other people, even though they were strangers.
I was standing in the 1/2 opened back door of the lobby with another woman, and we chatted with each other as we watched the thunderstorm raging above us. We turned around when we heard a woman yelling in the lobby. At first it was hard to understand what she was saying, but we finally figured out that she couldn’t find her husband, and she sounded panicked.
“Bob! Bob! Where are you? Has anyone seen my husband?”
At that same moment, I heard a man scream in the back parking lot. “Barbara! Where are you?”
I looked out the door and saw an older man running down the sidewalk towards me. I watched him trip and soar headlong into a metal fence. When he hit the fence, he screamed out in pain. I ran out and was the first to arrive at his side. His head was jammed into the fence and his body was completely sprawled out—partially in the gravel, and partially on the sidewalk.
As I bent over him, I could hear him moaning and he kept saying, “Oh no,” over and over again. I asked him his name and I tried to settle him down him down by talking as calmly as possible. “Bob—my name is Candee.”
Another man, who I later found out was named Joe, ran out of the building and squatted next to us. Bob kept saying that he was scared of being on the metal fence. When I asked if anything hurt, he replied, “My neck, I think I broke it!”
The only way I can describe how he looked, was that he reminded me of something that I experienced a long time ago at summer camp. We were on an outing and the camp bus hit a large bird.
The bus driver pulled into a parking lot, and all of the campers piled off the bus. We saw that a hawk was stuck in the grill/bumper. The bird’s head was jammed in so far that we couldn’t see it, and its body dangled in a twisted, awkward way. We were sure that it had broken its neck, and that it was probably dead.
The bus driver pulled and tugged on the hawk trying to free it, but at first it didn’t budge. When the driver tried again, the bird popped out, causing the driver to fall to the ground. The hawk hit the ground next to him, but landed on its feet. We watched the bird shake its wings and tail, and to our surprise, it flew away.
Unfortunately, I didn’t think Bob was going to fair as well the hawk. Every time that the thunder boomed over head, Bob reacted. “Get me off of this fence!”
I looked at Joe and he asked, “Do you think that we should move him?” I could tell that he was keenly aware, as I was, that we were still in the middle of a tornado warning.
I also knew Bob was terrified, but I didn’t want to injure him further. “Bob, what do you want us to do?”
“Get me off of this fence!” He wailed again.
Joe and I decided that if Bob could roll himself over, we would support him as he did it. I told Bob the plan, and he literally couldn’t extract his head from the fence, no matter how hard he tried. His shoulder was at a weird angle, and his head was pinned—just like the hawk.
Someone handed us a jacket, which we balled up under Bob’s head and neck to relieve some of the pressure. “Bob, what do you want us to do—do we need to call 911?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately.
I rubbed his back, and I tried to keep his mind occupied by talking to him. He finally couldn’t handle the terror any longer and he screamed, “I have to get off of this fence!”
Joe and I looked at each other for reassurance, and we tried as gently as we could to dislodge him and roll him over. It was hard to do, but we finally did it. When we rolled him over, we discovered that he had a lump the size of an egg on his forehead where he had hit the fence. To our surprise, we also saw that his blow to the head had bent the fence.
He was now on his back with the jacket under his head, but he seemed even more worried, because he was now looking directly at the storm above us. I began to rub his belly, and we continued to talk to him, asking any question that we could think of. I was deeply worried about him losing consciousness.
At one point, because I was running out of ideas, I took a shot at humor. “Bob…you picked a bad night to fall into a fence.”
He opened his eyes and replied, “Shit—oh, pardon my French—oh, shit!”
It was cute and funny all at the same time. Joe and I stayed by his side until the emergency crew showed up. We later found out that he has dementia. He and his wife were driving to Dayton, but had pulled off the highway because of the weather. They both got out of the car—she walked to the front door of the hotel, but for some reason he didn’t see her. He panicked and ran around the side of the building, and then found himself on the back side of the hotel. When she turned around in the lobby, she realized that he hadn’t followed her, so that’s when she started to panic.
After the ambulance left, Joe and I chatted with each other for a few minutes, and we decided that we made a pretty good team, and that we had worked well together. I found out later that at least five tornados had touched down that night.
Indiana—I’m serious—stop it!
The next day, I came out for work and discovered that my car had been “bombed” with the biggest poop splotch that I had ever seen. It must have been a pterodactyl, because nothing that you could say would convince me that any normal bird could do that! What else, Indiana? What else do you have for me? What did I ever do to you?
Oh—severe thunderstorms tonight! Yippee! On second thought…maybe it will wash away the pterodactyl poop!
Much to my surprise, Thomas Edison, Paul Gauguin, Vincent Van Gogh, James Whistler, Annie Oakley, and Buffalo Bill were some the colorful characters who were included in this story about the Eiffel Tower. Built for the World Fair of 1889 in Paris, France, the Eiffel Tower was the “brain child” of Gustave Eiffel. He designed and oversaw the construction of this massive monument. Initially, he had to fight tremendous opposition from many Parisians who thought that it was a monstrosity that would be nothing more than an eyesore. However, Paris and the world grew to love this metal icon over time.
People from all ‘walks of life’ clamored to visit the tower after it was completed in time for the fair. Average citizens, princes, politicians, nobility, and Indian chiefs alike were awed by the construction elements, the height, the elevators (built & designed by the Otis Brothers in America), and of course, by the view of Paris from the top.
On a personal note, I learned about a French artist that I had never heard of before—Rosa Bonheur. She lived in man’s world, baby, but she didn’t let that stop her. Because she typically painted livestock, animals, and outdoor scenes, she petitioned the court to be granted permission to wear pants when she was working. Yes—she had to get the “green light” to wear pants! Known for realism, her paintings almost look like photographs. I’d like to learn more about her and her artwork.
Either it’s serendipity, or we just notice what we notice, because now we’re aware of it. I’m staying in a cute little Airbnb near San Francisco this week. This picture was hanging on the stairwell. I JUST finished reading, ‘Eiffel’s Tower.’ I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t have given this print a second glance, but I took my suitcase to my room and then came back and studied it with interest.
Earlier tonight I ate dinner at the restaurant in my hotel. The waitress greeted me and handed me an iPad, which electronically housed their menu. I must admit that it surprised me a bit, but I began to click on the categories and didn’t think much more about it.
The waitress stopped at the next table and I heard her ask the man seated there if he was ready to order.
He looked up and said, “No—no, I’m not ready. I’m still trying to figure this menu out.”
I looked over and saw that he was probably in his late 70’s or early 80’s. I bet if you had asked him (or any of us) twenty-five years ago, if he thought menus would be computerized in restaurants, he would have had a good laugh over it!
The times are a changin’!