Wasted Time
Well, hell. Now it looks like maybe I shot myself in the foot with all that dawdling.
I called for a cab nearly an hour ago and had a hell of a time getting anyone on the phone at several cab companies. When I finally did get someone to answer, she told me it would be a 40 minute wait, “maybe longer,” before a cab was available. Now, 50 minutes later, it’s looking like longer. And I just remembered that we’ve got a transit strike going on out here, which explains why A) nobody would answer the phone and B) why there’s such a delay in getting a cab: Taxis are the only public transportation running, so I’m competing with every maid and nanny in the city. Now I’m thinking I might miss my flight.
And I was having such a good lazy day!
Missing a flight to Fresno? That *is* a good day, Chuck. Hell, I have family that I actually like there and I’m almost willing to not see them. All because of Fresno.
Jeeezus, man, you could WALK to Burbank Airport from your house. Think of the tattoo money you’d save. Maybe tattoo a muscle on that big honkin’ arm.
-RK
“Road King.” :::Chortle:::
Yeah, don’t remind me how close Burbank is. That’s where I usually fly out of, but didn’t this time because I could get a direct flight out of LAX. Flying out of Burbank meant connecting through San Francisco AND Phoenix.
How’s that Vespa holding up?
Like the mighty steed she is, my boy, like the mighty steed she is.
-RK