Whatever passes for a dress code seems to be slightly improved; I didn't notice nearly as many folks flying in their pajamas, this time 'round.
The (cough ahem) lady in the leopard-spotted top, tiger striped pants, purple boots and flowing green scarf ... it looked like there'd been an explosion in a spandex factory.
One gate in Sea-Tac had an inordinate number of, let's say scantily-attired ladies. I'm not quite sure what that was about.
Three of the four flights were full; the final leg, from Seattle to Anchorage on Friday night, wasn't. My row, of course, was.
I noted with surprise that every single group of TSA agents was more cheerful, more friendly, and - surprisingly - more helpful than before. Perhaps someone in the agency finally noticed the bad press?
John 12:24 "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit."
4 comments:
Last year I made twelve or more business trips through Las Vegas. What a show!
Nah, you just got lucky... I got the assholes this morning at IAD...
WSF: I can only imagine ... or perhaps I shouldn't. :)
NFO: sorry to hear that. The ones in Anchorage and St. Louis were well-behaved.
Scantily-clad women and no pics? C'mon...!
Post a Comment