I will try to get around to telling you more about my trip to Chicago (aka the obligatory BlogHer recap post) but in the meantime this picture goes out to all of you bloggers that chose going to see The Police at Fenway instead of going to BlogHer.
(If you can’t read it, Mrs. Chicky and I are holding a sign that says “Way Better than Sting”. And while it may not be true, it sure is funny.)
Even though I still have great animosity towards Mary and I am still peeved about the cancelled flight and non-apologetic tone of the people at the gate when they did cancel my flight, American Airlines does have some kind and responsible employees.
I got a call yesterday from the pilot that flew me from D.C. to St. Louis. (I assuming he is a pilot. He referred to himself as “The Captain”. I guess he could just be a flight attendant with a really funny nickname that speaks about himself in third person.)
The Captain said that he found my drivers license on the plane.
I wish I had written down his name. I would tell you how wonderful he was.
He is sending me my drivers license.
Customer service is not dead. I mean – it is in the customer service industry, but some professionals still care.
(ps – I am sitting next to Bossy as I write this, and you are not. Well, unless you are Jessica and then you are too, but the rest of you aren’t.)
Guess who lost her drivers license on an airplane in Missouri yesterday?
That’s right. You heard me. I left my i.d. on an airplane in St. Louis (I blame the Rams).
What kind of idiot loses her drivers license when she knows she has to fly home?
Me and her.
While I openly admit that I am a moron, and I should have put my id away but I am still going to complain. Today I will complain in letter form.
Dear Mary at American Airlines in St. Louis,
Yes. It is my fault that I am too stupid to keep track of my picture identification, however you don’t have to be a dick about it.
I mean – thanks for looking in the seat I ended up in. But you couldn’t check the other seat? It isn’t as if I were playing Chinese fire drill. Your company is the one who cancelled my first flight, that is the whole reason I was in St. Louis in the first place. I was supposed to have a direct non-stop flight to Chicago.
So don’t be a jerk to me. You know the TSA rules. Why do you think it is a totally reasonable to send my only form of photo id to my house by regular mail when YOU KNOW FOR A FACT I AM FLYING TO CHICAGO? You don’t have to roll your eyes at me, you don’t have to ask in your especially sarcastic voice who is going to pay to overnight you license to your hotel?
Because you know what? I am on my way to a blogging conference. I know your job is tough. I know that people come to you with their problems all day long, but your company (American Airlines) is the one who is cancelling all the flights and losing everyone’s luggage.
And I can see your name tag, Mary. Mary at the American Airlines gate in St. Louis. And I am going to tell the whole interweb that you were a jerk to me yesterday.
Suck it, Your Nemesis, Sincerely,
Sarah
I have been running around the house like a maniac all day long. We haven’t gone anywhere, I’ve just been running aournd the house.
And I can’t get anything done.
The kids are finally napping, but since Ian fell asleep in his bed and Claudia fell asleep in my bed I can’t pack for me OR for them.
I have to have all of this done by the morning.
Who else thinks I’ll be throwing in one extra load of laundry at 5:00 am?
Gabe and I are suckers for all those reality cooking shows. We watch Top Chef and Who Wants to Be the Next Food Network Star and Hell’s Kitchen.
We were watching Hell’s Kitchen last week and we started talking about how Gordon Ramsay used to play professional soccer.
Naturally this became a conversation about who would win a pick up game between Ramsay and King Diamond.
Who would win if it was Gordon Ramsay verses Bruce Dickinson (yes, that Bruce Dickinson)?
Well, now we have three guys, so they could play on teams, except we were having trouble coming up with a fourth ex-professional soccer player that would be equally hilarious.
We discussed Vinnie Jones or Sylvester Stallone (in Victory) but neither of them really seemed to round out one of the teams.
Hi. My name is Sarah and I stayed up until one o’clock in the morning trying to find a better picture of Bruce Dickinson. This was the best I could find. So please help us figure out another soccer player so that King Diamond, Gordon Ramsay and Bruce Dickinson will not have uneven teams.
Clearly we need help.
