October 19th 12:00pm from Norfolk VA to Lexington VA Flight #: non-existent
Well well well, a post from a different view. Yep. The driver's seat.
The travels I needed to make yesterday were 4 hours by car. Therefore, I got to get educated on the topic of "Car Rentals." Don't get me wrong....... I have had my fair share of being a driver of a rented car, that good 'ol Ford Flex aka John Wall. But the reserving, picking up, taking back, and all of the other fun that comes with it was all a new experience.
I reserved the car on October 13th, an entire 6 days before the need for rental. I got a confirmation number and everything! First things first during my reserving efforts--- I asked one of my bosses if checking the little box that says "add a Garmin for $14.58" was out of the question, and he was all for it! (I mean, he wanted me to get to the chapter, and since I would not know North if I found the North Star, that was a good option). So, as it seemed, everything was taken care of and my little 2 door vehicle was ready for me to be picked up!
I walk in to Budget in Norfolk exactly at noon (the time I reserved the vehicle for),and had seemed to walk into a deserted little building with one worker that totes gave me the stank face. I happily smiled and said, "I am here to pick up a car!" and in response I get, "Do you have the right address?" Perfect. This day is going to be FANTASTIC!! She finally found my name, and reservation and tells me, "You're lucky. We have ONE car left." I'm lucky??? What does pre-reservation do? Does this confirmation number mean nothing to you Budget?? Whatever. Not only am I lucky there is a car, it was a larger family car, so I was charged an extra $8. "Is that okay?" Well---- I wasn't going to walk to Lexington. So yes, it's fine. Even though, again, I have this fancy confirmation number that means NOTHING.
I get in my fancy red leather seated car (that's all I know about it), and start typing in the GPS. The address I have for the airport I'm taking this car to does NOT show up on the GPS. After 20 minutes of trying different options, I see the town shows up, and "Airport Road" shows up. Airport road looks good... I mean, I am looking for an airport. So, here goes nothing. Ready to take on the roads of Virginia like a real Virginian.
Have you ever parked in traffic. Like... literally be on an interstate that has 6 lanes, and no ones break lights are on because they are all in park? How about for an entire 48 minutes? If so, then join my club.
So yes, I was already an hour late, but there is absolutely nothing I could have done about it. The next hurtle I had to climb was driving in the mountains. Beautiful! Wait... did I say mountains? I mean mountains, in a rain storm, with fog so thick I couldnt even see the hood of my car. It was a fun little game guessing where and when cars would show up 2 ft away from mine! Was I on Dora the Explorer?? "Traffic, Fog, Airport!!"
I get out of the traffic, rain, and fog, and apparently finally 40 minutes away. Oh cool, look at those signs! They say Lexington, Stauton, W&L... wait. All THREE of those places are places I am supposed to be later that night. Why I am driving to an airport in some "Weyers Cave" place?? The town ends in Cave, I should have known right away.
Well, I got there, AND met the woman picking me up. PHEW. When I turned at the sign that said "Airport," I drove at least 5 miles next to cows and abandoned planes, meaning no gas stations ANYWHERE. I finally get to drop off my car and I said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find a gas station. Is there a flat fee I could pay for not filling up the car?" The woman says, "For your sake...." (I thought this was good news!!) "... I'm going to tell you where to go because if we have to fill up the car it is $9 a gallon." Jesus. Yep.. went on a gas station journey, once I got there the pump KEPT BEEPING at me, and a nice country gentleman came up to me and said, "Your not from around these parts are you???" Great. This is how EVERY horror movie I have seen starts....... Luckily, he was harmless, and wished me better luck for the rest of my day. Oh.. and stopped the gas from yelling at me.
Get back to Budget, and had to go back out to the car like twice to get information that the lovely Norfolk lady did not inform me to look at 6 hours ago. Oh well........ Got that all turned in, got in the car with a wonderful Pi Phi Adviser, and got some Starbucks. Oh... and then I got a phone call.
"Hi maam. You left your iPod in the car."
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Yep. I sure did. Except I didn't even USE my iPod.. so it literally must have been like, "hahah Ashley, your day sucks, so let me jump out and sit in this car and make you angry!" I told the nice lady turning around was not really an option, as I was meeting with others to pick me up. She told me someone would call this week, and they would try to ship it. So far, I have left TWO messages on their machine. Woof.
Moral of the story is... I'm walking next time.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Anything But Row 8, Seat.
October 7th 10am Flight from Atlanta to Bloomington
(HERE is what you ALL have been waiting for).
As I was arriving to my gate to get to Bloomington, I notice my boarding pass says, "Seat reserved at gate." So I went up to the nice Delta man, he went to his desk, and came back and said, "Seat 8D. It's one of the best! Window seat and everything." He was nice.. but once again I was convinced he must read my blog and gave me a window so I didn't say anything bad about him...
So then I board.... I'm sitting next to the window doing the flight boarding stank face (staring at EVERYONE that walks by, making sure they DONT take that open seat next to me.) Then this nice little older couple come up to me looking real confused. They go up to the guy behind me in the aisle seat in row nine and say, "Excuse me.. are you in row 9?" This man with his black t.shirt and handle bar mustache continues to leave his arms crossed and eyes forward.... doesnt say a WORD. So the man asks again, "Um.. sir. Are you in row 9?" Scary guy doesn't move or flinch, and just says, "NO." Yep.. I'm sitting here turned 180 degrees watching all of this go down, waiting for the old man to get swatted across the plane. Old man responds, "Well.. this IS row 9.." Scary guy moves to look at his ticket, and says, "Oh.. I'm row...." SCREAMING OUT LOUD IN MY HEAD NOT ROW 8, NOT ROW 8, NOTTTTT ROWWWWWW 8!!!!!!! "Row 8."
So I squirm AS close as I can to the window.. cursing the Delta man inside my brain. Ya.. best seat.. No WONDER it was open...
As soon as he sits down, a flight attendant walked by and he goes, "Hey. I never got my pretzels" Never got your pretzels??? I'm not sure if you've noticed sir.. but we are in row 8, BEHIND the curtain of first class. Not in front of it! You will get pretzels 30 minutes into the flight like everyone else! Nope.. flight attendant was scared, and ran and got him some pretzels. Then, when it was time for the normal class people to get theres, he asked for two more bags!! But don't worry.. never made eye contact.. just looked straight ahead.
Then....... he reached down.. and started taking off his black boots. NO!! I was freakin. In my head, I was picturing the TSA security at the airport all being beat out by him, and him walking through security with his shoes on. He was DEF hiding something in there. Then.......... he started walking towards the front of the plane. WITH NO SHOES! I was screaming in my head.. "SOMEBODY!! STOP HIM. DONT LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!! DON'T LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!"
But of course..... he needed the 1st class bathroom.
We landed... he ran out of the plane before anyone else... and I'm alive.
If you want to know what he looked like... ask my mom, people at her work, Felicia, and TK. Yep. you know I took pics of him so my friends and family knew who to look for if I didn't make it!
My next travels to STL was in a car with Felicia. I'd tell you about it, but this blog is Aisle Seat.. not Drivers Seat...
I am currently in the STL airport with a final destination to Virginia. I PROMISE to keep up blogging! :)
(HERE is what you ALL have been waiting for).
As I was arriving to my gate to get to Bloomington, I notice my boarding pass says, "Seat reserved at gate." So I went up to the nice Delta man, he went to his desk, and came back and said, "Seat 8D. It's one of the best! Window seat and everything." He was nice.. but once again I was convinced he must read my blog and gave me a window so I didn't say anything bad about him...
So then I board.... I'm sitting next to the window doing the flight boarding stank face (staring at EVERYONE that walks by, making sure they DONT take that open seat next to me.) Then this nice little older couple come up to me looking real confused. They go up to the guy behind me in the aisle seat in row nine and say, "Excuse me.. are you in row 9?" This man with his black t.shirt and handle bar mustache continues to leave his arms crossed and eyes forward.... doesnt say a WORD. So the man asks again, "Um.. sir. Are you in row 9?" Scary guy doesn't move or flinch, and just says, "NO." Yep.. I'm sitting here turned 180 degrees watching all of this go down, waiting for the old man to get swatted across the plane. Old man responds, "Well.. this IS row 9.." Scary guy moves to look at his ticket, and says, "Oh.. I'm row...." SCREAMING OUT LOUD IN MY HEAD NOT ROW 8, NOT ROW 8, NOTTTTT ROWWWWWW 8!!!!!!! "Row 8."
So I squirm AS close as I can to the window.. cursing the Delta man inside my brain. Ya.. best seat.. No WONDER it was open...
As soon as he sits down, a flight attendant walked by and he goes, "Hey. I never got my pretzels" Never got your pretzels??? I'm not sure if you've noticed sir.. but we are in row 8, BEHIND the curtain of first class. Not in front of it! You will get pretzels 30 minutes into the flight like everyone else! Nope.. flight attendant was scared, and ran and got him some pretzels. Then, when it was time for the normal class people to get theres, he asked for two more bags!! But don't worry.. never made eye contact.. just looked straight ahead.
Then....... he reached down.. and started taking off his black boots. NO!! I was freakin. In my head, I was picturing the TSA security at the airport all being beat out by him, and him walking through security with his shoes on. He was DEF hiding something in there. Then.......... he started walking towards the front of the plane. WITH NO SHOES! I was screaming in my head.. "SOMEBODY!! STOP HIM. DONT LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!! DON'T LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!"
But of course..... he needed the 1st class bathroom.
We landed... he ran out of the plane before anyone else... and I'm alive.
If you want to know what he looked like... ask my mom, people at her work, Felicia, and TK. Yep. you know I took pics of him so my friends and family knew who to look for if I didn't make it!
My next travels to STL was in a car with Felicia. I'd tell you about it, but this blog is Aisle Seat.. not Drivers Seat...
I am currently in the STL airport with a final destination to Virginia. I PROMISE to keep up blogging! :)
Boring Seats
Yes yes, I know. Sucks to suck. After my last visit you read about, Connecticut, I have been to University of Michigan, Western Michigan, home, Oklahoma University, MU Homecoming, and Headquarters. But come on.. you cant really blame me. Blame the BORING people that have been chosen to sick next to me!
But RIGHT NOW, I am taking a vow to keep up on this. Ill be all up in this blog's grill. Okay? Perfect.
Now.. I don't want to waste time trying to think of my Michigan travels and things like that, because I would probably be lying about people in order to be funny. So.. Let's just start from my Oklahoma to Bloomington travels, as THIS is what inspired me to start up my blog again. Because the people I get sat next to...... are NOT real......
October 7th 630am. Flight from Oklahoma City to Atlanta
Now.. don't get too excited. This particular flight is not the one that inspired me. (spoiler alert, its the next one leaving from Atlanta). For this flight I had to wake up at 4am and was a walking zombie. Seriously.. I go to my window seat with a nice lady next to me, and I don't even remember taking off. I passed out before the flight instructions.
When we landed, I looked at her and said (of COURSE I have to make things awkward. Why couldn't I have just smiled and gotten off the plane? No.. Ashley has to try and make friends.) "Haha.. sorry I wasn't very much of an entertaining flight partner." Basically I was insinuating that her signing up for this flight, and most importantly a seat next to me makes us life long "flight partners." WHO am I! I bet she is blogging about me right now. She laughed and said she understood... blah blah blah.. I had to tell her I worked for a sorority, so like usual... she was over it.
Boring, but believe you, you're going to want to read the next one.
But RIGHT NOW, I am taking a vow to keep up on this. Ill be all up in this blog's grill. Okay? Perfect.
Now.. I don't want to waste time trying to think of my Michigan travels and things like that, because I would probably be lying about people in order to be funny. So.. Let's just start from my Oklahoma to Bloomington travels, as THIS is what inspired me to start up my blog again. Because the people I get sat next to...... are NOT real......
October 7th 630am. Flight from Oklahoma City to Atlanta
Now.. don't get too excited. This particular flight is not the one that inspired me. (spoiler alert, its the next one leaving from Atlanta). For this flight I had to wake up at 4am and was a walking zombie. Seriously.. I go to my window seat with a nice lady next to me, and I don't even remember taking off. I passed out before the flight instructions.
When we landed, I looked at her and said (of COURSE I have to make things awkward. Why couldn't I have just smiled and gotten off the plane? No.. Ashley has to try and make friends.) "Haha.. sorry I wasn't very much of an entertaining flight partner." Basically I was insinuating that her signing up for this flight, and most importantly a seat next to me makes us life long "flight partners." WHO am I! I bet she is blogging about me right now. She laughed and said she understood... blah blah blah.. I had to tell her I worked for a sorority, so like usual... she was over it.
Boring, but believe you, you're going to want to read the next one.
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