Monday, February 27, 2012

Get in Line Stupid

Did I mention that our credit union doesn't deal in cash?

Im okay with that. I use the ATM. I use the night deposit. I send checks by mail. I try not to stand in line, only today the ATM is out of order and the sign slapped on the dark screen directs me to a second machine in terminal C.

C is a problem. I heave a sigh, enter the credit union and line up behind an airline mechanic. He turns and smiles. "So," I say, "where do you think terminal C might be?"

His brows lift. "We don't have a terminal C. Terminal C closed about five years back."

"Exactly." I mutter as a teller waves him over.

Now I don't need cash, I could use my debit card, but misinformation bugs me. I'm on a mission.

"Next."

The teller doesn't smile. I wait for him to glance up. "So," I say "according to the sign on the ATM, the other machine is in terminal C? Miami doesn't have a terminal C."

He frowns. "Terminal E."

"The sign states C."

"E." His voice is crisp, his enunciation precise and I realize I'm not making an impression. So, either he doesn't care or he hasn't listened.

"Fine." I spin on a heel and head for the exit.

"Don't worry," says the mechanic as I pass by, "you'll get used to the airport."

"Oh I know the airport, now I'm going to get my glasses and see if that sign states C or E."

He laughs. "Oh I'll bet it says C."

Exactly.

Out at the ATM, I pluck a pen from my purse, look back through the glass doors and waggle it at the teller. I change the sign from C to E and head to the next terminal. Ten minutes later, cash in hand, I wade through security and join the queue at Starbucks.

"Next."

"Chai latte with soy please." I pass the clerk a ten and smile. "So how's your day?"

He gives me a bland look, reads my name tag and scribbles on the cup. He looks over my head. "Next."

Okay, fine. I don't need pleasant, I need tea, a quiet corner and a few minutes in time out.  When the drink arrives I thank the barrista and move on.

When I'm settled, I sigh, lift the cup to my lips and ...

Crap.

After a moment, I swallow the mouthful of warm unflavored soy and pitch the container in the trash. Whatever. If I lose it now, I'll never make it through the day without copping an attitude.

I head for the gate. Maybe the plane is early. Maybe the cleaners are finished, the water tanks are filled and the coffee pots are clean. That's a lot of maybes, but I'm hopeful.

So much for hopeful.

"You're late." Snaps a woman as I approach the counter. She has two toddlers and an oversized rollerboard.

I check my watch. "No," I say, "I'm early. In fact I'm so early I'll come back after this flight leaves." I give her suitcase a long look, raise one brow and wait for her response. She huffs and turns away.

Like dominos this flight delays mine. I walk past Starbucks and down the terminal to Dunkin. A family of four picks through the donuts so I skirt past them and head for the coffee. Extra large, with cream. A woman slips in behind me and mimics my actions. Damp curls are stuck to her brow and her glasses tilt to one side.

The cashier smiles and I point to both coffees.

"Oh," says the woman behind me, "you don't need to do that."

"Oh I do," I reply, "I've had enough of the airport. This is a desperate attempt to stay happy." I lift my cup. "So ... how's your day?"

She rolls her eyes and we start to laugh.

































38 comments:

  1. Goodness gracious... you certainly handled all that admirably AND managed to brighten someone's day, to boot!

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    1. Not really. I'm the eye roller with the tight jaw and the flaring nostrils. Buying someone coffee just puts me back in a decent mood. A small price to pay for stability.

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  2. You're a better person than I am. You're to be congratulated on being able to hold it together so well.

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    1. Don't congratulate me yet. Better wait til I can get past a snarky "FINE." Sorry the fish ran away Stephen, but loved the post.

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  3. Nice! And I mean the story, AND you.

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    1. Er, did I forget to mention the mouth frothing, wild eyed look?

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    2. No need Kelly. That part was understood.

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  4. Before you freak out, I am not going to be offended in any way if you don't participate. I've been tagged a few times and not responded.



    This is my first time being tagged! And, as far as I'm being told, it's a way to meet new bloggers, highlight and be highlighted. So, let's go for it!

    The Rules Are:
    1. You must post the rules.
    2. Post eleven fun facts about yourself on the blog post.
    3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you've tagged.
    4. Tag eleven bloggers, however, you can break the rules and tag fewer people if you want. Make sure you hyperlink their names/blogs.
    5. Let them know you've tagged them!
    6. Have fun!

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    1. Thanks Curmudgeon. Freak out? You sound like my sisters.

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    2. Yeah, I have a helium addiction.

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  5. Sounds like that airport had a terminal illness.
    Oooh, sorry.

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  6. I must say, you certainly kept your cool there. That had to be super-annoying.

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    1. First step simmer, second step glare, third step time out. I spend a lot of time in time out.

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  7. You deserve a medal or six. I would have exploded :)

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  8. ...I'm just glad you're not sittin' in the Pilot's seat going "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... anyone else wanna mess with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee????" as the plane loop-de-loops and buzzes the tower.

    I also think you would have to be the cutest shrew in high heels as you rampage around the airport and just once I wish I was a fly on the wall to watch. You make me laugh!!!

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    1. Now you're making me laugh. We get a commercial over here that features a young pig who hangs his whirlygigs out the window of a car and goes into an endless wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fit. I know better than to take the controls! (And yeah, you can tell my mood by the click of my heels.) Take care sweetie.

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  9. Perfect! I'm going to keep this in mind when I head to my daughters gym today to find out why her membership card isn't working...again..

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    1. Ooh lucky you! Rob handles the inane problems at home. He knows how ineffective I am. Hope it's a quick fix.

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  10. It all came back to me.....the life in the airport, the delays, the travel, the damn people. It can make a girl drink.
    Kudo's to you for still doing it.

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    1. The only problem is I'm a, one and done, drinker. I like the time off, but the moment I earn the travel benefits (which they'll take away after I retire ...) I'm outta here.

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  11. I love it. A single act of kindness toward another totally changes the lives of two people. Gracefully done!

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    1. I wish I were that kind. For me it's a way to hang onto humor and sanity.

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  12. I'm glad you changed that C to E. I would have done the same thing except, I probably would have shot that girl a bird.....

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    1. I usually love airports. It means something exciting is happening. But it really bugs me when i am cheerful and people don't respond in kind. You experience might have ruined my day. Good job keeping it together and making a fast friend. :)

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    2. Oh Darlene, I flicked a finger at a taxi driver before I remembered I was in uniform. Grrr, somedays, just grrr.


      And Crystal, the day I run into an inebriated Elmo in the terminal, I'm going home!

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  13. I've got to remember this trick the next time I have a day like I did today.

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    1. I have to tell you Jane, it works and several times, someone bought my coffee first. Have a splendid day.

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  14. I knew there was a nice person hiding under all those mean faces you make! Love it! ♥♥

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    1. Ssh, don't be blabbing family secrets. Hey, how'd you get those hearts?

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  15. You're a peach! Glad you didn't lose it-- airports are the worst for going crazy!

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    1. Now I'm grinning. I can hear Grandma telling saying you can always squeeze a lemon, you can never squeeze a peach. :)

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  16. Really good post. I really like your writing.

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  17. Girl, you make me smile. I soooo wish we coukd hang together. :)

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    1. Wouldn't that be fun. Our guys wouldn't stand a chance.

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