Since my arrival on Earth I have done a reasonable amount of travel. I’ve been to several different countries including the United Kingdom, visited parts of the Caribbean and a traveled throughout a good number of states within our country. However I had never traveled past Louisiana westward until last week.
My brother, Freddy, and my father-in-law, Kenny Rentz, joined me for a work trip and we boarded a plane in Jacksonville, Florida, last Tuesday afternoon in hopes of arriving at Ontario Airport, outside of Los Angeles, California, that same evening.
As our first flight/plane advanced to the runway the pilot stopped for a preflight check and soon announced that the plane was having a “technical issue”.
I asked Freddy and Kenny, “What the heck does a technical issue mean? Is the tire about to fall off? The wing? Did we forget the co-pilot? Let’s figure out the technical issue before this sucker leaves the ground!”
The pilot turned the plane around, took us back to the terminal and announced that our 6:00 p.m. flight had been canceled and that we would have to wait for another plane to arrive in a few hours to take us to the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport for our connecting flight to California. There was only one problem…our connecting flight from Texas to California would already be gone by the time we arrived in Texas. After several interesting and intense discussions with the airline attendants, we learned that we would have to wait in Dallas until Wednesday morning before we could continue on to California.
We finally arrived in Texas around midnight and the airline gave us vouchers for a taxi and motel rooms. This is where we met the taxi driver from Hades. This Somolian immigrant refused to take us to the motel unless we had the appropriate voucher. Did I mention it was 20 degrees when we arrived in Dallas and my coat was still in my checked luggage probably inside the airplane? This guy didn’t know exactly what he was dealing with. Here it was midnight, freezing cold and three exhausted south Georgia boys simply looking for a ride to a motel. While Freddy was over discussing the issue with an airline representative and the insane taxi driver, Kenny and I were plotting a hostile takeover of the taxi. The only problem we couldn’t overcome…we had no idea where we were and couldn’t determine if the cab had GPS.
Once we arrived at the motel, an hour later, I realized I had another issue. All of my toiletries were in my checked bag located at Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport on an airplane. The motel was kind enough to give me a toothbrush, but they were out of everything else such as deodorant, tooth paste, etc. At least I had clean underwear that I about needed after the “technical issue” incident with the plane.
After four to five hours of sleep we were greeted by a telephone call from the motel’s front desk informing us that the taxi driver from Hades was waiting to take us back to the airport. No joke; it was the same guy. Believe it or not the guy actually had the audacity to ask for a tip when we arrived back at the airport. I was still trying to thaw out from the night before. Needless to say he was told where he’d better go and that was away from us.
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