I really got the idea of flying instead of the 10 hour R/T car journey after reading Michael Connelley tell about Harry Bosch’s treks to see his daughter in Las Vegas from his Los Angeles base. (If you haven’t tried Connelley’s crime series with LAPD Bosch, you have to consider it if you like crime stories. This is the best of the best.)
Anyway, if Harry can puddle jump, so can we, I thought. And we did. What a good decision.
So on our way back, I was seated next to two lovely 20-something women, who had coupons for a drink–something I haven’t earned yet on Southwest–which is becoming my favorite airline.
“I think you would be happier with water,” said the SW person, unbelievably.
“But, I have this coupon, and would enjoy a glass of white wine, thank you,” my seat companion said politely.
Is laughing now equated with drunkeness? We, none of the three of us, had been drinking at all. And, keep in mind we were headed for Las Vegas–not the dry county to be sure.
My companion didn’t get her wine, and she took it pretty well. But I thought I should let SW know how completely unacceptable that is, especially in the times in which we live, where disagreeing, even when right and rational, with an airline employee, comes with greater risks than losing beverage priveleges. And, rememeber, SW sent her a coupon.
BEWARE LOOKING LIKE YOU ARE HAPPY TRAVELING ON AN AIRPLANE. YOU COULD BE MISTAKEN FOR A DRUNK.