My final day in LA, AKA how Travbuddy and Higton may have caused me to go bankrupt...
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Sunday came, and we dragged ourselves out of bed, and over to my favorite diner in LA â€¢ Fred 62â€™s!! (See my review for detailsâ€¦) After an amazing breakfast and a lot of laughs, most of the group went back to Lindsayâ€™s for some downtime, while I took Margaret and Ingrid for the final stop in the "What you canâ€™t miss of Amandaâ€™s LA"; Moonshadowâ€™s, in Malibu!
We took a beautiful drive up the Pacific Coast Highway, and up towards Malibu. Once we reached Moonshadows, we headed immediately for the best spot in the house; the fabulous patio. There is no where on earth I would rather be! This place makes the best Mojitos known to man, and we were ready to take advantage of that; at least for one each, which is all we had time for before I needed to head off for the airport!!
It was fantastic; the air was wonderful and smelled wonderful, the seagulls above us, the waves crashing below us, and the best company you could hope for.
â€¦.or not. I arrived to find that it was already delayed until 7:45; having the grand attitude that I do, I moved up to my gate, and looked for ways to amuse myself. Low and behold, I found one of those little internet kiosks. I had never used one before, but decided it was time to give it a whirl. I swiped in my debit card, and typed in the address to my favorite site online;www.travbuddy.com
Now, I really love reading all the travel blogs, I do; but I have to admit, there are currently two long running blogs that I follow with special glee; this is where I give my shout out's I suppose, to Deats and Higton; I love your blogs guys, I just love them - you have a faithful reader in me! So imagine my pleasure, in my airport delayed state, to log in and find new postings on Higtons blog: Perfect! Just what the doctor orderedâ€¦ or so one would have thought.
This particular amusing entry started out telling us about a disappointing hostel that reminded him a bit of The Shining, as he was in fact the only guest in residence. Then I note a picture attached with a funny frog; since in addition to funny stories, he quite often has amusing captions, I clicked on the picture of the frog, to see what the caption would be; and it was at this point when things very quickly fell apart in front of my eyes. The computer freaked out in the worst possible way. I donâ€™t know if itâ€™s just not used to frogs, or if it was afraid of warts (Iâ€™ve heard that some of the older computers are still quite superstitious) or if Eric and David have done something to the site that causes Kiosks in airports to malfunction? Whatever the reason, I suddenly had about 8 different windows open that I had NEVER asked for, and the screen was frozen in every way you could possibly imagine.
This is one of those moments where you quietly start to look around you, knowing that in reality, you are totally alone in your situation. The airline people certainly donâ€™t care and canâ€™t help; the same goes for the other delayed passengers. I tried everything; hitting control/alt/delete, hitting escape, just sitting quietly with my hands folded nicely in my lap as I had been taught was good manners as a child, to see if I would be repaid in some karmic wayâ€¦ but nothing changed. Meanwhile, the only thing that WOULD move was the timer on the bottom; clicking away, letting me know I was still be charged for the entire Costa Rican Frog picture debacle.
Finally I noted that there was a toll free number in very small print on the machine, so I used my cell phone to dial it.
I was leaving out of Gate 81; when I arrived, I learned two critical facts: first, I was no longer leaving from Gate 81, I was leaving from Gate 80. We all got up and moved, like the obedient cattle that we are. We then learned the second piece of helpful information; we werenâ€™t going anywhere, the plane was delayed again.
After quite some time, they did a take back, we were leaving after all; to Gate 84, because they had changed our gate for the third time. Again, I got up and moved along. Gate 84 was quite near the internet kiosk that I had used, and I found myself tempted; would it be safe to try again, if I stayed away from all pictures and amphibians?
I wandered over to it, playing with the idea in my headâ€¦ and then all thoughts came to a screeching halt as I came closer to the machine. It STILL HAD THE DAMN FROG ON THE SCREEN, AND THE TIMER WAS NOW UP TO 91 MINUTES AND COUNTING!!!
My godâ€¦. If she had been unable to stop it, had she been able to fix my bill? I have no idea, because at that moment the announcement came back over the intercom system; they had changed their mind about Gate 84, it was a crap gate anyway, and would we please all move back over to Gate 80 again please?
Finally, at some point, we got on the small craft that would make the 1 hour journey I had waited so long for. And yet, we didnâ€™t leaveâ€¦ it would seem there was too much gas on the plane â€¢ wouldnâ€™t that just mean that we were A-OK to make it to Phoenix?? No, Apparently, that is not how it works. Our choices, it would seem from the Stewardess, are to drain some of the offending petrol, or to kick off a passenger; and better the petrol than a passenger.
I immediately turn to the gentlemen sitting beside me to see if I can gain some support for an opposition team. "I donâ€™t know about that, do you?" I asked him. "I think we should just â€˜rock, paper, scissorsâ€™ it; I mean, weâ€™ve ALL seen Survivorâ€¦" He nodded in agreement. Much faster to kick someone off than wait for the mysterious draining device.
It was at that point that they removed the stairs from the plane. "Look!" I said furiously; "They are removing the stairs; the one way we can leave!!"
"Not really" he repliedâ€¦ "Itâ€™s not THAT far down to the groundâ€¦" I immediately liked his attitude, and together we determined that if need be a human ladder could be formed.