A Tourist in My Own HomeWhat an effort getting to Los Angeles was yesterday. I guess it's the curse of the maiden voyage. Apparently yesterday was the very first flight from Rochester, NY to Dallas, TX for American Airlines. When I arrived at the airport a news crew had set up at the gate to film this momentous occassion. It seems that--in Rochester--a new line of service at the airport deserves its own covert story on the nightly news.
So we board the plane, everyone pretending to be happy and energetic at 6:30 in the morning, only to find out on board that there is some problem with the plane's "APU." I love how the crew tries to make the problem sound like something other than what it is by using their internal acronyms and jargon so that everybody else just sits there in confused silence. Well, after an hour or so of sitting at the gate, I come to find out that the APU is the "Auxiliary Power Unit" which is responsible for actually STARTING THE JET ENGINES. The planes engines won't start.
The solution?
Push start it. Yup...that's right. The aeronautical equivilant of the push start had to be employed to get our plane up and running. According to the pilot, the ground crew needed to "blow some air" into the engine using an "air bottle" in order to get the plane up and running. Oh, and sinced we'll be flying without our "APU", we won't be able to go "quite as fast" in the air, so our in-flight time will be longer. mmm...a maiden voyage on a plane that has insufficient electrical power to ensure proper function of its engines at normal operating speeds. Excellent.
Thoughts of another famous maiden voyage come to mind.
So, I finally make it to Dallas...now over an hour late. Of course, I missed my connecting flight to Los Angeles over the air bottle/APU fiasco. Luckily American Airlines automatically bumped me to the next available flight which was only an hour later. Of course, I was expected in L.A. at a specific time on business..but oh well. I stand in line for an eternity hoping that there will be a seat for me on this admittedly oversold second flight.
I get a seat.
The remaining flight experience was uneventful. In fact, we even landed nearly half an hour early. Of course, we landed so early that there were no empty gates available for us to taxi to so by the time we actually got off the plane we were a little bit late. Oh well.
Then the real fun began!
I needed to rent a car as a 22-year-old driver.
Before flying to Los Angeles I had checked the major rental car company websites in an attempt to find one that would rent to me despite not being at least age 25. According to Budget's website, the LAX location would glady rent to me so long as I was over 21 and willing to pay a "young driver's surcharge." Fine.
I grab my bags, hop the complimentary Budget shuttle and head on over to the rental line. I stand in line for about 20 minutes or so and then make my way to the rental counter. I hand the woman on the other side my driver's license and credit card, tell her I'm on business and need to rent a car. Now, my driver's license still says under 21, despite the fact that this is no longer the case. She immediately gives me a dirty look and a smirk and says, "You're under 21, you can't rent a car here." To which I reply that the license is old and if she checks the date of birth she will see that this is not the case. She studies the license for some time, as if it were some sort of ancient script. She tells me I have to be 25 to rent. I explain my website quest and the indication on their corporate website stating otherwise.
She has a pow wow with the manager.
Then the kicker.
Apparently this location will not rent to me unless I am 25...until Wednesday! Lovely. I have a commercial drivers' license, can drive an ambulance for a living, but I can't rent a Cavalier. I'm told to go to Alamo rent-a-car instead.
I hope the shuttle BACK to the airport, go downstairs to baggage claim, exit to the street, hope the Alamo shuttle, go into the Alamo rental office, and stand in line for about 40 minutes.
Finally, I am able to rent a car.
Then the traffic.
I arrive at the office at nearly 4:00...okay, so I was expected there at 1:00....not too bad all things considered I guess. Maybe today will be better.
Once thing's for sure...I have never felt like such a tourist anywhere before. And I grew up here.
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