Recent I spent a week in Ottawa visiting family, played a lot of that humbling game of golf, and did some fishing (they don’t call it catching, do they?). I played golf pretty well most of the time, and at the end of it, I was playing very well (for me at least). So a couple of days ago I went out and played again in Abbotsford. Now, I knew this before, but even if you played 2 over in your previous round, ANYTHING can happen even a few short days later. So I played terribly! Played a week of golf and only three putted once or twice? Well Well, then the next time you just cannot rely on that, and I actually four putted around 4 greens. It was all terrible. Actually I had a good time, and my score did not accurately reflect how bad it was (94 from the blues). This was a course that was fairly difficult, but not the most difficult. The guy I played with didn’t do so well either. We actually began to refer to it as the “dishonor” (getting to go first on the next hole because you won the previous one). Oh well, at least I can still play crappy golf and have a good time.
Flying to Ottawa proved to be an “interesting” experience. On the flight out there, I was one of the last people to actually get on the plane. Even though there was a ticket bought for over a month prior, they didn’t assign me a seat on the plane right away. Of course, I eventually got on the plane, but the whole thing sucked. It doesn’t do much to change that I completely hate flying to begin with.
Even more interesting was the flight back. Lets go in order here… The lineup to check in was long, and at one point they only had one person working behind the counter. Air Canada at its best, they must be owned by one of the big banks or something. When I finally get to the counter, I notice that the woman ahead of me asked the counter woman whether her carry on bag will fit through the “baggage hole” that security puts it through (to regulate the size I guess). She looks at it, says there was “no problem”. The woman asks : “are you sure”? Absolutely, the reply. More on this later. At the counter, they actually gave me a window seat, which was nice.
The 20 minute line to get through security seemed longer than it was, partially because I really hate lineups. The woman from the check-in counter was ahead of me in line. Her bag wouldn’t fit through the sizing hole. She was perturbed to say the least. Security (through no fault of their own) explained that she had to go back downstairs, lineup, and get her bag checked. She pointed out that her flight left in 10 minutes. Ouch! After a brief exchange of words (not good ones really) she stomped downstairs. Security had suggested that she might try to jump the line, but since it was Air Canada, they suggested that she probably couldn’t get away with that there. Ouch again. So after clearing security, I had around half an hour to kill until my flight left. So I decided to wait, to see if she came back in time for her flight. Half an hour later, she still hadn’t. No matter how MY flight went, her entire day was much much worse. I wonder where her luggage went?
So then I got on the air plane. Nice big plane, a 767. Three row in the middle, two on either side. When I find my seat (at the VERY back) I cannot get into it. The man sitting in the aisle seat is so immensely large, that I cant get around him, and he is asleep and I couldn’t wake him up. Great way to start this flight. Finally, one of the employees on the plane woke him up, and he moved so that I could sit down. Very nice man, I should say, but one of the largest people I have ever seen. We couldn’t even get the armrest down between our seats. So I spent the whole flight scrunched up against the wall, uncomfortable as hell. At least I wasn’t flying to Japan or something, it was only a 5 hour flight, but seemed like an eternity.
Can’t wait to do it again.