I've been grounded.
Not the kind of 'grounded' where you sit in a corner for a time out or
lose your TV privileges for a week. No, I received the ‘we have decided that
there is no budget for travel’ memo. So
there it is; no more waiting in line to drop off luggage, no more TSA fluffing,
and no more amusement via jet lag and cheap drinks. Writing
off subject I found it interesting when you rent a car, the inside smells just
like the inside of a plane, especially on domestic flights. That smell, what is that? It smells like humans, the common dominator of
all types of body odor trapped in vinyl seats and plastic armrests. Imagine the skin oils and dirty sweat ropes condensing
over the years in a hot plane cabin or rental car. Thinking of it that way doesn’t really make
business travel appealing. It’s only
appealing to those who have never done it before, it’s like group sex. Yeah, it sounds good but just make sure you
don’t lose your keys.
I will continue to write, maybe not about travel but about people. People as in people I don’t
know, strangers – why, because strangers are hilarious, and most of the time they
don’t know it. People that I know are
funny but strangers are magic because they could be anyone; the unpredictable, the
really bad parking jobs, questionable choice of clothing, you really have no
idea what to expect – like that clearance section in the office supply store.
Traveling will be missed; if it wasn’t so challenging I’m
sure the memories would remain muted and weak.
Thankfully travel was a banquet full of surprises and leftovers. There may be a day that I’ll jump back into
that winged aluminum people tube, but for now, I’ll just watch the planes land
and toast the business passengers with a pint of “ha, ha, bitches!”
Until Next Time.
