Enter rental car return, US Air and TSA. One would think that a major international airport like Phoenix, Sky Harbor, would be well organized and well run. One would be wrong! The Rental Car return is off-site, which is always annoying, but other airports that have this display signs on how to get there without having to go through the entire airport. Not Sky Harbor, oh no, you must drive 15 minutes through the airport with its 10mph speed limit, then drop off the car, walk a ways and wait for a bus that may never come! However the rental car situation looks like a nice dream compared to the US Air check in area, which is a bloody nightmare! There are 4 different ticket areas and none of them are well marked. Assuming you find the domestic ticket counter you will have the luxury of standing in line with 35 other people for the rest of eternity!
Most airlines have gone to the ATM style check-in kiosks, US Air is no exception. As you reach the check-in area you see about three dozen check-in counters. Then you see about thirty of them are open, but for some reason the line isn’t moving. Then reality sets in, the 30 open kiosks are for people who are not checking any bags. And clearly Thursday is put Grandma and Grandpa on a plane day. Of the 6 full service kiosk, 4 of them are occupied by members of a non-electronic age group who are literally just standing there. And to further complicate this situation, the US Airways rep that is trying to help them, speaks extremely broken English!
Finally it’s my turn, being a seasoned traveler it take me less than two minutes to everything taken care of, really all I’m doing is checking my luggage, I checked in for the flight on my phone last night. But my adventure with US Air was not over, they have one guy actually checking luggage. A blind man could successfully perform open heart surgery faster than this guy can check bags. I arrived at the airport two hours before my flight, which usually means you’re going to stand at your gate for over an hour, not here!
OK, bags are checked, I’m off to the security checkpoint. There are three people in line in front of me; I think this is a slam dunk…NO! Hurry up and wait. The three TSA agents working the checkpoint make the baggage handler look like a world class sprinter! I get through security and literally walk on to my plane. At no point did I have any time to get breakfast.
I managed to get a sandwich on the plane, which wasn’t too bad. I landed in Charlotte and headed for the sushi bar in the E concourse. After a little lunch I headed for my connection and made it to my hometown airport. To this point I’ve had an egg sandwich on the plane and a sushi roll.
I hit the gym as soon as I land and get in my scheduled workout, which wasn’t too horrible, but I also went a little slower than normal for no other reason than I’d been sitting on planes for 5 hours. The original game plan called for me to go home after the gym, but while on the way home I realized that I had not been to the karate school all week and I wouldn’t be in any classes next week because of church, so in keeping with my new attitude of “never miss a chance to workout” I went to the karate school instead of home.
The Thursday night advanced class is never the same from week to week. Some weeks it’s laid back and other weeks it’s like getting hit by a bus. This was a bus week. Dad crushed us! This is all good a well, except for the fact that I had only consumed around 700 calories all day. I felt fine until after class at which point I felt like I was going to die!
I managed to get to a local convenience store and got a small container of chocolate milk. In my mentally impaired state I guzzled said chocolate milk…not my best move. Let’s just say it tasted better going own than it did coming back up. I managed to get home, but felt so horrible that I literally just stood in my kitchen with my head on the counter. It was then that I realized just how bad I was shaking. My poor fuzzy children just sat there looking at me.
I managed to feed my puppies and got myself a bowl of cereal; it was all I could muster. And even that I had to fight to keep down. Not to self, you cannot work out that hard, for that long without some fuel in the tank! I need to keep some stuff in my Jeep, in my desk and in my locker at the school!