I believe I have been suitably chastised for my bitching and complaining in yesterday's post. Perhaps with good reason. Whining about the old blog is reason enough to strap on a maxi pad.
Anyway...
Let me tell you about my Monday. I swear on a stack of whatever religious tomes you choose the following is true.
My cable/internet was out much of Sunday night. I was not able to print out my boarding pass for my Monday airplane trip until early Monday morning. Imagine my surprise to discover I was upgraded to First Class.
I have traveled First Class and Business Class a bunch in my career. Back when I was flying 125 plus trips a year I had top tier status and was automatically put in First Class every time I bought a ticket. These days I am a lowly Silver Status guy and just get to board slightly before the couple heading to Cancun for their honeymoon.
I arrived at the rental car place and my name was not on the preassigned tote board directing to my car. Crap. I went to the counter and after a short wait was sent to slot number 99. There, was an upgraded car -- full size, leather, sunroof -- the works. All for the price of my reserved midsize!
I arrived at my hotel. The Hilton Garden I usually stay is nice and I anticipated no issues checking in. Get this, when I checked in the Desk Clerk told me I had been upgraded to the President's Suite. No shit!
I do not know what Karmic forces were swirling about my person Monday, but it was nice to have everything go right for once. Now I am sitting here waiting on the other shoe to drop. No good deed goes unpunished and the Karma backlash is coming.
4 comments:
Oh dear.
Joe, assuming the name of the suite is indicative of it's purpose, you realize of course that you may be sleeping in a bed that Michelle and Barry shared or may share in the future.
That's beautiful, Joe. Really beautiful.
Maybe Michelle Bachman in the future.
Whenever I have a good day where I feel really great and healthy I think of Pistol Pete Maravich. He was playing a pick up game of b-ball and came out of the game for a minute and was saying how great he felt, then he ran back on the floor and dropped dead of a heart attack. When I'm feeling really good, I get worried. Sorry about your luck Joe :-0
I am pretty sure the Obamas will NEVER be staying at a Hilton Garden Inn in Charlotte, NC near the airport.
I did once miss a Philadelphia connection out of Syracuse, NY because President Clinton and Air Force One were there and the airport was shut down.
On a side note, across the aisle on my magical flight Monday was a c-list celebrity. Not to drop names, but you know him if you have ever seen an add for a fat guy who lost weight eating certain 6-inch long sub sandwiches.
This is the second time I have been on a flight with that guy.
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