I flew Delta from LAX to Minneapolis to Hartford . Red eye special . Good arrival time for my friend to pick me up , except that I got confused on the day . The day I flew in he had a gig and had to pick me up a little later . I waited in an airport bar and had a couple of expensive airport beers , local Connecticut stuff .
Now I’m home again . Same flight in reverse , except that this time it wasn’t a red eye .
Three hours in Minneapolis . Coming in from L.A. , I saw snow covering the parking structures outside . On the return trip , two weeks later , no snow . The airport is stretched out along endless concourses . Concourses . When do you walk concourses outside of airports ? Am I missing something ? There are moving sidewalks and a tram . Endless concourses . Food courts . Shops . WiFi access .
I had a few mini-bottles of Scotch in my carry-on bag . They’re allowed . My friend Willie told me that last year . He gave me a couple of them to test his statement . No problem . I showed them to the snoops , thinking that they might confiscate them . No . Willie was right .
To order the same shot of Scotch during the flight would have cost me seven dollars , I think . Drinking one of the bottles during the flight I felt as if I were now out of the red , outsmarting Delta , pushing the envelope . The little bottles cost only 99 cents in Connecticut . If I had had a few more mini-bottles I’d be sitting pretty , ahead of the game , actually beginning to show a profit . Well , almost .
I once went from Berlin to London on Ryan Airlines . Ryan , if I remember correctly ,was the airline that seriously considered charging a fee to use the restroom . Nice .I would have gone broke . I got to the Berlin Airport , Freuninggulingen ……., no Shaeuftshaffen ……. no Sheinifeld ? , Shoenefeld ? , at six in the morning . I had come from Poland by taxi that morning . Got there overly early , as is my way .
I was second in line . We were the only two customers to have arrived so early for the flight . I had one bag to check . There were two conveyor belts moving luggage along : to London and to Ankara . I didn’t see the clerk put my lonely bag on the Ankara belt . I should have been watching , I guess . When I got to London I had no clothes . 10 days in England and no clothes other than what I was wearing . I won’t tell you the whole sad story . My bag met me in London on the 10th day , having , I assume , enjoyed its own vacation in Turkey . We flew back to Berlin together , but we didn’t talk to each other the entire flight .
Another Berlin to London flight on British Airways was exciting after the pilot announced over the scratchy PA system that he thought the landing gear was stuck . We were going to have to go in on our shiney sleek aluminum belly . The pilot’s voice was almost inaudible and he had a heavy English accent . One of the many . Dorset , maybe . Rs everywhere . Like old movie pirates : Aarrh , matey ! Wharr yer headin’ ? Shiver me timbers ! Emarrgency vehicles aarrh be preparrhin’ fer arrh landin’ . Aarh.
The plane was full of Germans . I , a native English speaker , was barely getting what the pilot was saying . I didn’t think that many of the Germans got much of it . But , on the other hand , maybe they had learned English from the English . Good possibility that they understood a lot more than I did , now that I think of it .
When we approached Gatwick , or was it Heathrow ? , the emergency vehicles were lined up along the runway . There were plenty of them : fire trucks , ambulances , police , hearses . Well , maybe not hearses . I had confidence in the pilot and the plane . I don’t think anyone else in the plane could say the same , judging by their panicked expressions . Those pilots , highly trained , could slide it in on its fusilage belly .
Buckle your seat belt ; it’s gonna be a bumpy ride .
But the landing gear came down and we all rolled to a stop . Anticlimatic . I’m not complaining . Billy Bob Thornton said ,” I’m not afraid of flying . I’m afraid of crashing . ” That about sums it up .
About these English accents :
Ada and I flew from LAX to London once and I had arranged , in advance ,a rental car from the airport . I never sleep on flights and by the time we reached the car rental desk in London I was exhausted . I couldn’t , for the life of me , understand what the English girl at the counter was telling me . It was a Friday . I thought that she was telling me that my car wouldn’t be available until Monday . She wasn’t , of course . She was trying to tell me that my car would be a Mondeo . I was losing my temper .
” Not Monday !” I said . ” Now “
Ada had to translate . Mediate . Ada grew up in Poland .
” Tell him…” the English girl would say .
” Tell her ….” I would say .
Oh. The car is called Mondeo. Nothing about Monday . It’s waiting for us . Oh . O.K. Why didn’t she say so ?
I don’t mind flying much . Once in awhile . It’s quick once you leave the ground . Gets you places you might not otherwise go . Somewhat uncomfortable . Never enough leg room . And they always remind you how a seat belt works ; they show you ; give a demonstration . That comes in handy because sometimes , if you haven’t used one in a few hours , you might have forgotten .
Sometimes you should bring along an English-American dictionary , or , at least a phrase book . Several English speakers from various corners of the earth learned English English from the English . Beware . And consider bringing some little bottles of booze . If nothing else , it gives you a sense that you’re getting away with something . Even if you’re not a drinker bring some —– trade one for a few more tiny bags of peanuts or pretzels . If you ride Ryan Air , bribe the stewardess to use the head without paying the fee . Endless possibilities . Endless.