Two events happened in an airport a couple of weeks ago that I figured I should jot down. Both in Boston as I was waiting for my return flight.
I was in one of those half news-stand half crap-stand type stores looking for some reading material and I heard a patron ask for the USA Today. The clerk informed said patron that they were all out of USA Today. The patron was a bit dejected and said “Well, I’ll just take this then.” He flopped ‘this’ onto the counter. It was the Wall Street Journal. Poor guy had to read a decent paper that day.
I shook that off and took my reading materials to the gate. I plugged in my Zen as it needed charging and then went to the counter to see if I could score an emergency exit seat. I asked the attendant behind the counter and he said “Nope, all full.” I thanked him and took three steps away when I heard “Hmmm, you’re tall…how many people in your party?” I turned, told him it was just me. “Let me see. We have a few middle seats.” I asked myself what full meant to this man. I ask myself what full means to the airline industry in general on almost every flight I take. I’ve heard multiple variations on full. Very full, really full, completely full. None of these modifiers makes any damn sense. You’re full or your not. There’s no room for more or less full. The seats are limited and you use them all or not. I digress. I was more annoyed that he couldn’t be bothered to take the time and look up the seats until some sort of weird sympathy for my height fell upon him and he felt guilty enough to punch some buttons for me. Gee, thanks guy. I declined the middle seats. I’d rather have my window seat where I can lean on the wall and not get smacked by passer-bys or the drink cart.
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