Not really, but it always sounds good!
This is the first of several traveling stories experienced by yours truly. A post by GeeeeeZ! relating experiences concerning Kulula Airlines is the inspiration for this series of posts.
So without further ado…
Many years ago, I was a young engineer working for a small company in Illinois. It was my first job out of college, so of course, I wanted to make a good impression, and took on a number of projects.
One of those projects had me flying from Chicago’s O’Hare airport to Detroit for an installation over in Chatham, Ontario. It was an exciting time for me, my first airplane flight in a new professional position, and a visit to a foreign country. The excitement diminished somewhat as I started going through the security checkpoint.
I went through the metal detector at least 4 times. I had to empty my pockets, take off my shoes, remove my belt, and I still set the metal detector off. Not a piece of metal on me, and it still goes off. They finally pat me down, pass me through, and leave me with a pile of belongings at the end of the security area holding up my pants. Of course, everyone else sails through without a problem, and looks at me like “what happened to him?”
After boarding the plane and having a blissfully uneventful flight, I picked up my luggage in the baggage claim area, and went to the rental car company to pick up a vehicle. I fill out the paperwork, hand them a newly minted company credit card, and wouldn’t you know it – they didn’t have any cars available. Then it hit me –
Here I am, in the city famous for making automobiles, and I can’t even get one…