Well, the no-fly streak is officially over, thanks to Virgin America airlines. MLB and I arrived at our daughter’s yesterday afternoon. She and the grandkids still love me; makes the whole thing worthwhile.
Even the TSA, while it still sucks, couldn’t dampen my spirits. They made me put my Crocs into the bin before leaving Dulles. Crocs. Plastic Crocs. I guess the fact that I was allowed on the plane meant they didn’t hear nor care when I mumbled “fuckwits” under my breath.
The winner in TSA uselessness occurred at LAX, where confusing signage to the Virgin America baggage claim1 led to a spate of questions of two lackluster TSA agents at the exit checkpoint. Proving that incompetence and lack of concern knows no racial nor gender barriers, the black female TSA agent kindly pointed out that This was not the baggage claim area. The lack of conveyor belts and the carousel were a dead giveaway there. She at least said something; the Hispanic male version of TSA’s finest merely grunted at the passengers. Thanks, folks, you two blew the one chance the TSA had to do something to actually help the travelling public. Though I think your customer care skills are probably up to TSA’s exacting standards.
On the plus side, Virgin America is a great airline. I wish they went to more places I wanted to visit.
Grandkid pictures to follow. Stay tuned.
-k-
tbbs tags: TSA, Virgin America
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