Back in the saddle again...

So glad my favorite charge nurse is coming back. I had more than my share of excitement recently after I ran off the plane to get to work.

First, I had to deal with the family from Hell. Entitlement Trio (ET for short...which is quite a generous moniker) played the ugly American tourists at home. After standing around at the airport awaiting the shuttle to my car, I secretly wished these people would have been kidnapped by narcoterrorists. It's couldn't have happened to nicer people. These people even lived near the Hotel where I work, which also irritated me, as most of my neighbors have been socialized to be more polite.

The ET bumped into people with their enormous amount of luggage, and they proceeded to bitch at every single shuttle driver who came by because they wanted their shuttle right now. One shuttle driver actually called the office to get not one but two shuttles to come to pick up the mass of humanity now at our terminal door waiting.

Of course, after their whining display, ET boarded the shuttle first and ET daughter proceeded to check her e-mail. Mother and daughter b*&tched the entire way to the next terminal, where the driver had to stop to see if he had any other pickups. Father was absolutely silent. Daughter was loud and obnoxious in her comments when he did stop which irritated me even more. The man was just doing his job.

Once we arrived at the parking lot, ET wanted to be dropped off first and as luck would have it, they were in the closest row. Driver pulled right up to their car and they jumped off without even a thank you or even a tip for helping them get their bags off the van.

Finally, the driver got the rest of us off the van (we were all parked within two rows of each other). I was the last one off. I thanked the driver, an elderly gentleman, for being so nice to everyone, especially the ET group. I also gave him a good tip, since no one else bothered. I love leaving, but wish that some people would be grateful to come back once in a while.


After flying down the highway, and avoiding the usual speed traps, I was early and I went home and kissed Dahey and Bubba and scratched WildDog behind the ears.  I gave Bubba his souvenirs, which he paraded around the house (a t-shirt, a hat and a special commemorative medallion). I got dressed, made coffee and headed to work.

Stay tuned!