Wednesday, November 30, 2005
It's the time of year when the number of carry on bags increase substantially. Students traveling home from college, gifts for a variety of holidays are packed, and coats and heavier clothes for colder weather just take up more room.
By quickly getting settled in your row and properly stowing your carryons, it helps speed along the boarding process, which in turn helps facilitate an on-time departure.
Unfortunately, there's only a finite amount of space in the cabin. Most airplanes do not have a secret little space somewhere in the galley. And if we do, trust me here, our crew bags have already been stowed there to free up a little more cabin space for you.
Before the airplane door can be closed, the flight attendants must verify that all carry on bags have been stowed. This means that they need to be in the overhead bins or pushed forward beneath the seat in front of you.
If your bag is sticking out of the bin in such a way that it cannot be closed, it is not properly stowed. Ditto if you bag sticks out from the seat in front of you so far that you can't stand up. If they are on your lap, not stowed. On the seat next to you, not stowed. In the aisle, not stowed.
Get the picture? There are usually only two options: overhead or beneath. Repeat, overhead or beneath.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I've been talking and exchanging emails with friends who are hearing rumors of snow. I've heard from friends who say that it's been snowing where they are, but no one has said that it's sticking to the ground and piling up.
No one, that is, except my friend Geoff in Zurich. (You may want to check out his blog, Zurich Gnome, which covers Formula One racing.) Geoff sent me a few photos that he took while out for a walk, and while he apologized for the quality of the photos, my experience with phone cameras have never given me results this good.
So far, Zurich wins the snow contest, And check out that blue sky!
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
One of my blessings this year is for the gift of community that I have found in blogging. I've only been at this for three months, and already I've have made so many new friends. Friendship is a blessing, and it would be a sadder existence, indeed, without you in my life.
NOTE: To all non-U.S. readers, Happy Thursday.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
The morning will be spent finishing cleaning the house, and doing the last minute grocery shopping. The afternoon will be spent cooking, taking care of other meal preparations, and decorating. From the moment my feet hit the ground in the morning, till the moment my head hits the pillow at night, I'll be busy, busy, busy.
That's why I found this little quiz so amusing. And because I eat cranberry sauce all year round.
|You Are The Cranberry Sauce|
A little sweet, a little sour - you've got the flava!
Though, you do tend to squish in people's mouths...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Thatcher A. Stone, an aviation lawyer, was awarded $3,110 by a Manhattan judge for his expenses and inconvenience after he and his 13-year-old daughter were kept off a Continental Airlines flight at Newark Airport on Christmas Day 2004.
Stay at a hotel near your departure airport that offers a special "stay and park" rate. Then just take the hotel shuttle to the airport.
Take a car service to and from the airport.
Drive yourself and park off-site. Be sure to make a parking reservation, as most lots will be completely filled up, and you don't want to discover this when the clock is ticking down toward your departure time.
Have a friend drive you and pick you up. Do this only if you don't like the friend all that much. You are going to have to spend hours in traffic, and are only moving the headache from you to your friend.
Shared van service. A variety of companies offer portal to portal airport shuttle service for travelers coming from the same general area of the city. You do need to allow a little extra time as you will be making several stops. If you have more than two people traveling, it's probably cheaper to just arrange for your own car service.
Public transportation. If a bus, train, or subway can get you to and from the airport, it's probably cheap and fast. You will have to tote your own bags, so if you are traveling with lots of items, this will be cumbersome.
Taxi. It's not as reliable as a shared van service or a car service, but if you have a corporate account you can probably depend on them to show up on time. Arrange for pick up in advance.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Thanks to all of you who have commented or sent me emails about Mr. Amazingly Gorgeous.
The comments seem to fall into two categories:
1) Those who say good-bye, good riddance, and that I deserve better.
2) Those who say to make one more contact, that maybe something has happened and that I will always wonder if I don't make the effort.
I've given this lots of thought, and count me in the first category. I really can live with the decision not to contact him.
I think Einstein said it best!
Monday, November 14, 2005
I was excited that we were both going to be in the same city at the same time. I made my way into the city and to his hotel room, leaving plenty of time so that I wouldnt be rushed. I hate rushing. Especially when I am trying to make a good impression. When I was nearly to the hotel (which, I might point out is a 5-Star property in this particular city), my cell phone rang. It was Mr. A.G.
I was expecting the worst. This time it wasnt that bad. His flight had been delayed, he was taxiing in during the phone call, and it looked like it would be at least another hour before he would be at the hotel. No problem! This I can handle.
The hotel is in a nice downtown neighborhood, so I spent the time wandering in a couple of the shops. Finding nothing of interest, I decided to go to the lobby bar of the hotel for a glass of wine. I was still a little nervous about the whole thing, so I figured a nice glass of red would calm my nerves.
I found a comfortable couch, ordered my drink, and reached into my purse for a book. (I always carry one with me for just these waiting times.) I had been sitting and reading, and enjoying my wine for about twenty minutes when an attractive, well-groomed man sat on the couch opposite from me. I looked up, acknowledged him, and he smiled back and engaged me in conversation.
He was witty and charming, handsome, articulate and VERY interesting. We chatted up a storm. As he was leaving, he handed me his card and said that if I was free the next day that hed like to take me to lunch. I told him that I was unavailable for lunch, but he insisted that I take his card and encouraged me to keep in touch. I smiled and tucked the card away as he left.
About the time that I was finishing my wine, Mr. A.G. walked up to me in the lobby and gave me a big hug. He looked, well, amazingly gorgeous. His eyes sparkled, his smile was big, and when he told me how glad he was to see me and how much he had missed me, I believed him.
We went up to his room, which turned out to be the penthouse suite. He had it lit with dozens of votive candles around the room, in the bathroom and shower, even out on the balcony. Music was on, a bottle of wine was open on the table. Everything was romantic and beautiful, and I was so glad to be there.
We relaxed and caught up on everything for awhile, and then there was a knock on the door. It was one more surprise - he had arranged for an in-room massage for me so that I could relax as he finished up a little business. The massage therapist and I relocated to the bedroom, and I enjoyed blissful pampering. When finished, I put on one of the hotels big fluffy robes and padded out into the living area of the suite.
Another surprise! Mr. A.G. had ordered in dinner and it was set out in a beautiful arrangement. Salads, steak and lobster, cheesecake for dessert. We had ate, sometimes feeding one another (I know, that sounds sappy). We had more wine. It continued to be wonderfully romantic.
All my doubts were vanquished. I believed that I had just misunderstood the intensity of his work schedule, the ever competing demands on his time. I thought that I must have been selfish, and that this display of affection and attention was designed to show me how he was quite willing to integrate me into his life and heart.
When I left, I showered him with profuse thanks. When I returned home, I sent an email thank you, once again telling him what a marvelous time I had had, and how much I appreciated what he had done.
And thats the last I heard of him. Hes not responded to my email, nor returned the one call that I placed to him. Its been nearly a month.
I am through!
And any day now I might dig out that business card that I tucked away somewhere.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Trying to talk louder than the safety announcement, and raising your voice each time the announcer voice tries to talk loud enough to be heard over you. It's only a few minutes of your time, just shut up.Ringing your call button to request a pillow or blanket. If you don't have one by now, they are probably all gone or they aren't onboard at all. During the safety demonstration safety comes first. Only ring your call button if it's an emergency. When we're finished with the demo we'll deal with all the other passenger convenience issues.Sneaking out your cell phone to make a quick last call. We can see you. We can hear you. We've already told you to turn it off, and now we'll interrupt everything and stand here until you do. You are holding up the departure process and everyone else is going to be irritated with you. I know you don't care. But you should.Unbuckling your seat belt to stand up and get into the overhead bins. We're doing the safety demo because we're leaving. This means sit down. If it's important, please ask us for assistance when we finish the safety demo. Otherwise, just sit there until we get up to altitude.Acting out the safety demonstration from your seat. We've seen it before. It's not new or funny, and it hasn't been since the first hundred times we saw it during our first month on the job.