Managed to get out of the office a bit early, so I managed to get to LAX in time to sign up for stand-by on the 6:30 flight, rather than…
Managed to get out of the office a bit early, so I managed to get to LAX in time to sign up for stand-by on the 6:30 flight, rather than just wait for the 8:30. That actually paid off, so I got home a couple of hours earlier than planned (though still too late for my taste, and in a middle seat way back in steerage).
My new “Premiere” status worked out quite nicely, thank you, letting me bypass the longer security line at LAX for the shorter one. Lah-dee-dah. The person in front of me was being grilled, however, by security, who had discovered she’d been given a cheese knife/plane as a Christmas gift while on the trip (possibly — I didn’t hear the whole explanation — as an unopened gift where nobody thought to say, “Hey, is this going to cause Marcia problems when she tries to get through security at the airport?”). Security was not amused, but they were trying to stop short of beating her with truncheons as a possible terrorist.
While changing my pants in the restroom, I discovered someone — quite possibly the gent who’d been in there right before me doing something similar — had left their cell phone sitting in the toilet paper dispenser. So … should I leave it there? What if someone comes along and steals it? So should I take it somewhere? To whom? And what if the owner comes frantically back, looking for it? And what, just hypothetically, if it’s really an explosive device designed to look like a cell phone?
Hrm.
Eventually took it with me, held openly in my hand (in case the owner was rushing about). I tried to stop a TSA gent walking in to the Men’s room, but he waved me off (nice security interest there, dude). I looked around and didn’t see another TSA uniform or security guard, so I took it over to a nearby United gate counter and gave it to the gent there, who accepted it quickly (but not in a panic) and with a thank you.
No boom, from what I can see this morning. I hope its owner was able to find it.
Stood around in baggage claim for-evah (since I was stand-by and it was a full flight, there was no overhead bin space left for my little rolling bag). Wandered through the very cold parking structure to find my car, drove home listening to some great UFO mania, ate some toast (having not had a chance to get dinner), and hit the sack. Alas, full work day today, and too much work to blow it off.