This week I traveled to Boise, Idaho from Lewiston, Idaho. Wow. Here are a few things I noticed were logged into my neural sensors while making this arduous trek. Christine was not able to come with me. The trip was very short (one night). Do you face your TSA bins long ways or short ways going into the scanner? No matter which way I face it the agent switches in around. I took my glasses off because the guy did it in front of me. TSA regulations I could do without: 1) removal of shoes (it is a race for me to get them back on while trying to hold my ticket, license, and laptop, and 2) the little plastic, 'my mommy said to put these into a see through sandwich bag, bag. I know, I know but I think the terrorists are still winning. And now I need to google if clear plastic is cheaper to produce. I may not want others to see what type of sandwich I am eating. It has been a long time since I have stuck a sandwich into a sandwich bag.
I met several people on my flight that I had not see for awhile that I have had significant interactions with ... they have been in my home and vice-versa. Not just one or two, several. That brings me to a pet peeve of mine, no it is not grammar and spelling but rather the use of 'couple' which may mean two and 'several' means 3 ... I am still not satisfied ... release the exact, integer information.
I don't understand the smaller plane flights are willing to use the cart system (free) versus checked bags (fee). We are all a bunch of chumps waiting on the tarmac for the baggage cart to arrive. 95% of the bags are black. We sure all got off the plane in a frantic manner. I guess black hides the marks but would you like to be made aware of issues right away because of a visible mark. I resolved to get a pure white bag. Obviously people use other tricks on their bags to slay the recognition dragon. I walked around the baggage cart twice, even with the advantage of non-replacement statistics. The taboo event is to pull the wrong bag and start wheeling it away. No, I did not bring a wheeled bag on this one night trip ... good grief.
At the hotel room I noticed that Christine would like this place for several (if I could strike out several I would but I meant to say three) reasons. 1) Excellent room temperature control, 2) two, count it two, actual toilet paper role dispensers plus an extra roll on standby and, 3) plenty of tissues in the tissue box. I looked out the 8th floor window and noticed a Five Guys. I have never been to five guys and I have had sons, brothers, and brothers-in-law rave about it. It is not too late so I go down the stairs because going up the elevator to the room was a problem. I get in push the button marked 8, the doors close but I go nowhere. The eight button does not stay lit. I hold it in like I am ready to hard shut down a computer. Nothing. It starts moving up but stops at five according to the indicator. Now I am panicking about my next move. Someone on five is wanting to get on and they want to go down most likely. I push the lobby button before the door opens to prove that I know where I am going and what I am doing. Nothing. No light for the lobby level comes on. The door does not open so I start rapidly punching eight. Then I decide to read (which does not happen very often - as you can tell). I would rather go through life looking at symbols. I need to use my room key to gain access to any upper floor.
Back to Five Guys. There are only three guys working at the store. At least there are no girls. I do not need to eat so why do I do this ... it is OK but I really just need to keep it simple and not eat so much food at once. Plus they have free peanuts which shell shavings rode with me throughout the entire trip on my jacket.
