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October 05, 2004
travel advice
it seems that if you want some surprisingly excellent treatment at the airport, you just have to be flakey!
helen and i never noticed that our return ticket wasn't really for 8:30. we got to the airport with two hours to spare, but spent our time shopping in duty free (bushmills has a 16 year old single malt! excellent!) and drinking and smoking in that irish bar (heathrow rules!). we gave ourselves (we thought) about 45 minutes to get to the plane before it departed. i was off buying a copy of nuts (my favorite english semi-pr0n) when i heard something to do with "fletcher" over the intercom. i found helen and we confirmed that they were about to close the gate on our 8:05 flight and de-plane our luggage. we'd just started to run when an airport guy in his little electric cart asked us of we were fletcher, then gave us a high-speed ride to the gate when it turned out we were. very nice!
we also ended up being the last ones off the plane, which came in on the last flight of the night. all the customs people wanted to go home, and so rushed us through. then when we got to baggage claim, they had our luggage waiting on a trolley for us (it being the last of the unclaimed). there was no line for taxis. perfect!
mostly, tho, so many people asking us: are you "fletcher"? just made us feel famous.
Posted by Dead Nancy at October 5, 2004 12:54 PM
Comments
i'm going to make t-shirts that say "Have you seen Fletcher?" it'll be the hottest new ridiculous thing in williamsburg.
Posted by: sheri at October 5, 2004 01:30 PM
i'll take two!
Posted by: fletcher at October 6, 2004 04:10 PM