At the Airport the staff member checking me in says: " You have Platinum Baggage Tags but you are Bronze?"
A smile comes on my face. " Yes, I and I am happy"
After years of travelling and losing so much time with my family, a badge of honour, like Platinum means nothing to me. Sure, when you are doing the hard yards travelling, being in limbo land of not being high enough for the good lounge means a lot of pain as well as the lost time in life.
So here I am, flight was at 1:30pm, delayed to 3:30pm, then 8:00pm, then 10:00pm and now 10:30pm. When I get to LAX it is a connection, probably around 7 or 8:00pm their time and then a drive to hotel. I would say in bed by midnight if I am lucky.
What sort of travel stories do you have?
BizWiz
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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