Sunday, July 22
Em spent the night at our house and Uber driver Woody got us to the airport in plenty of time (or so we thought) for our 11am Southwest flight. Despite checking in
exactly 24 hours in advance we had boarding positions B 60 and C 1. I suspected we had a full flight (it was) and warned Em of the possibility we might not get seats together.
At security we ended up in two different lines. Once through the scanner I watched my satchel leave the main belt for the one that required extra screening.
“Is this your bag?” the agent asked me.
“Yes,” I replied.
After a quick look inside she pulled out my iPad. “Anything larger than a cellphone needs to be out of a bag. Wait here while I send it through again.”
I was a little perplexed as I have never had to remove my iPad before. In fact I have been yelled at by agents for
taking my iPad out of my bag. This agent however was very polite and my satchel was quickly rescreened.
I began to walk over to where Em was standing just as she was being berated by an agent for not removing her iPad from her backpack. This agent made Em pull out the iPad and place it in the bin along with her backpack, before she sent it through for rescreening. Somewhere along the way part of Em’s backpack covered the iPad and her bin got flagged for screening AGAIN.
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Nasty agent then said something along the lines of “The iPad can’t be covered!” and sent Em’s belongings through the scanner for the THIRD time.
Mind you, there were no signs anywhere indicating removal of iPads or other tablets. It was unnecessary for the agent to treat Em like an idiot....or a criminal...for trying to “sneak” her iPad through.
We stopped at Atlanta Bread Company to get sandwiches to take on the plane. The place was busy and when it was our turn to pay I handed $20 to the cashier.
“Oh...” she replied as if she had never seen an Andrew Jackson. “Wait a minute.”
She disappeared behind the counter. I could hear her calling for a manager. Meanwhile the line behind us was growing longer.
The cashier appeared with a manager carrying a key ring with so many keys he could have been an apartment super. He was trying to figure out which key to put into the lock on a door to the right.
“We need the cash box,” the cashier said.
Oh for goodness sake! I thought as pulled out my Visa. “Here, I can use my card.”
The look of relief on the cashier’s face was priceless. I think the manager was still struggling to find the right key which opened the magical door with the cash box. Again there was no signage to indicate that cash was not accepted. (I know there are establishments that no longer accept cash for transactions. Don’t even get me started on that!) The wait to receive our food was so long that when we reached our gate passengers in group A were boarding.
Things got better once we were on the plane.
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Seated together!
Our flight departed on time and we found ourselves with a little #ShirleyStatus at the fonorail station.
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Our good luck continued at our check-in for DME.....we were sent straight onto a bus.
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The bus driver said he would be making four stops: Caribbean Beach, Boardwalk, Beach Club, Yacht Club. While on our way to WDW the bus slowed for a stoplight near the Caribe Royale resort.
“Look there’s our hotel!” an excited passenger behind me exclaimed. “Caribbean Beach!”