I’m back in the USA for meetings and The Last Badger. Perhaps I should’ve made a break from the 3BT moniker, because the sense of adventure that dominated my previous trip hasn’t gone away. “What now?!” you ask…
- Despite the very simple SYD-LAX-PDX route, I am here in PDX without my checked luggage. It is in LAX somewhere. They think.
- The hotel lost the booking I made 10 days ago. “Do you mind staying in a smoking room, sir?”
- Then they did not accept my credit card. Or cash. My proper replacement card may (important point: may) not have been activated yet, and their policy requires a credit guarantee. So instead of being flexible, and figuring out a way to help their customer (to ultimately pay for their services!), they threw their hands in the air and declared the problem unsolveable. At this point, I went for an angry walk around the block.
- But they were not going to get out of it that easily: My bag, should it be found, was destined for the hotel. So I put on my best fuck-you smile, and encouraged them to find a solution to the problem… Or I would solve it for them on the couch in the lobby. A solution was found that involved giving them almost all of my cash. Oh well.
- No free wifi in the hotel, but their wifi provider happily accepted my credit card details. *cough*splutter*choke* WTF?!
But I’m here, and psyching up for The Last Badger. Rock!
Update: Luggage delivered at 11pm. Hooray! Its arrival, and Davyd’s joke that “at least you have your health”, reminds me of my silliest mistake so far… Packing the painkillers in my checked luggage. Haw haw. Stoopaad! So I spent most of the flight and transfer trying not to move my back. All of a sudden, I’m extremely hungry.
