I fly so much. This year alone, I’ve flown over 50,000 miles and I’m closing on 100,000 miles. Most of the flights are booked by other people on my behalf for clients, and quite frankly, I can’t stand most of the people in the travel industry, namely TSA and the “America Patdowns” I get with each flight. [I opt out of the radioactive scanners] Needless to say, I don’t always double check the itineraries in time… and that bit me in the ass this evening.
I fly out tomorrow from San Francisco to Phoenix and I thought I had an 11 hour layover… this was intentional. What you say? An 11 hour INTENTIONAL layover? Yeah.
One of my good friends disappeared in 2006, he went homeless and unaccounted for. Last June, they found him face down in the Arizona desert, with vultures flying over his head, almost dead. He had been in a flight with spinal meningitis, unbeknownst to him… and then he got Death Valley Fever. He was 130lbs, and was comatose for almost 100 days.