So this has turned into another classic Shimel road trip. In fact this post could actually be three different posts, but for the sake of sparing you all, I will condense it into one. I am scheduled to participate on a NAC panel tomorrow at the ITLA conference in Grapevine, Texas. I am on the panel with JJ and some other folks. Not wanting to kill the week, I scheduled myself to fly in tonight and fly out tomorrow afternoon after the panel.
Airfares are out of control, so instead of a non-stop I booked Continental through Houston out of Ft Lauderdale. This is the third time I have flown Continental this year. This is the second time they have lost my luggage! For an airline who prides themselves on not skimping on service, they have not impressed me for sure. In fact I think they are the worst! Frankly, I don't need their soggy turkey sandwiches. How about just getting my luggage to where I need it. Now, I have to speak at 11am tomorrow and am hoping my suit shows up on time. Otherwise, I am appearing in shorts and a t-shirt.
But wait, if that is all that happened tonight, it wouldn't be that bad. I go to pick up my rental car at Alamo/National. I purposely rented a mid-size car, so I don't have to pay for some gas guzzling monster. They charge me for a mid-size and want to upgrade me to an SUV for free. I say thanks but no thanks, at which point the counter person comes clean and tells me that they only have SUVs left. I felt like I was talking to a GM or Ford exec. Isn't it the same problem. We want cars that will not leave me listening to a giant sucking sound as they guzzle gas and all they have for me are SUVs. If I wanted to rent an SUV, I would have rented one!
I am not done yet though. This is a Shimel story after all. I get lost on the way to the hotel and what is supposed to be a 15 minute drive turns into 45 minutes of driving around. It stops when I see flashing lights behind me and a spotlight shining in my eyes. The friendly, considerate Grapevine police officer after hearing about my luggage, being lost and an out of town businessman was kind enough to give me a speeding ticket for doing 58 in a 45. Great!
I finally get to the hotel and when the clerk asks me how things are going. I tell him don't ask. I request some toothpaste and stuff. He gives me a package and hopes I don't mind using woman's deodorant as that is all they have. At this point, I am just done, stick a fork in me.
What to do? I am in Texas, it is almost midnight. I think of my friend Ed Cavazos. Ed is an attorney who I worked with at Interliant. He reads my blog and occasionally even comments. Ed is a life long Houston guy, but had to move to NY for Interliant. When I would come back to Texas with him, he would take me to What-a-burger. It really made him feel like home. Ed would even sing the What-a-burger theme song when we pulled into one of these joints. So, I went to What-a-burger and drowned my frustrations and sorrow in a patty melt. Now I am sorry I did, the grease is just too much for me!
Ah, the life of a road warrior. Why the heck am I even speaking at the ITLA conference anyway?