05 July 2011

The Terminal ... perfect metaphor for hell


Sitting at American at LAX waiting to fly out to Austin.  As a semi-frequent flier, you'd think I'd be used to getting bumped from a flight every now and then, and that it wouldn't bother me.  But, i'm not and it does.  Well, a quick clarification.  It bothers me not a little when I'm treated like some fungible commodity or airline detritus to be bumped and tossed aside and into the great (and getting greater) pissed-off queue where quite a few American Airlines fliers have been going these days.

Sitting with me today is Owen Wilson; he just walked into the Gate 45 area and sat down directly across from me.  Hmmm.   Not sure why he's not up in the Admiral's Club (or whatever they're calling it these days), but he's rockin' his Reebok gym bag, and no one's recognizing him or bothering him.

Now, here's the odd thing:  my brother-in-law was the founding drummer of Black Flag, the early punk band.  This morning (oh, about 7 hours ago!), Henry Rollins, the former lead singer of Black Flag (after my brother-in-law left the band) was sitting in the EXACT same chair as Owen Wlson.  Too funny.  And, because I'm in Terminal Hell, I was alive and well to witness one of entertainment's minor concidences.  Btw, these two alums (Mr. Rollins and my sister's hubby) from what is arguably the greatest or most punkiest band of all time just met at the NAMM show this year.  Too school for cool, as I always say to my boys.

Sending you all bon voyage and good traveler wishes (journey mercies!), Dear Reader, so that you don't have domestic peregrinations keeping you from your destinations.  Mine's Austin ... and I'll be there about 9 hours late.  Fat, sausage-like fingers crossed that my luggage is waiting for me in Austin!

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8 comments:

Lou said...

I LIKE Owen Wilson, so cooky... cute nose.

Sorry you were bumped but it seems it was good for people watching, one of my fave pass times.

Caleb S. Garcia said...

Sorry about terminal hell G-man g-wilikers. You the man G-hog. Keep holding on, and don't stop believing.

I'm So Fancy said...

Admirals Club sucks. That's why. No free booze. Crappy snacks. Meals one must pay for. Oh the perks of yesteryear...

Barbara said...

Lord, who knows where your luggage will turn up? Mine has made the rounds of the world. But in the end, it always seems to make it's way back, just not when I needed it.
Flying USED to be fun (ditto the Admiral's Club). Now it's a nightmare. I remember...OK, never mind. You don't want to hear my ramblings.....

Shelley said...

Oh dear. We've just returned from 20 days in the US. I've become a major fan of train and boat travel, me. Unfortunately the cruise across the Atlantic doesn't fit my pocketbook. The alternative of course is not to travel at all; my post for tomorrow will give you 13 reasons to stay home! Here's hoping your luggage makes Austin...

Dumbwit Tellher said...

Hello Jg; I hope you had no further issues and your luggage was happily waiting for you in ole' Austin? I would of not wanted to pester Owen either but I sure enjoyed him in 'Midnight in Paris' & I would of been highly tempted to share my praise. You have the best star-sightings! I'm anxious to see the new t.v. show this fall 'Pan-Am'. Those really were the days of classy, first class (as in treatment) traveling. If you ever have a chance to get out while in Austin, my family swears by this restaurant. Safe travels and welcome to TX!

http://www.saltlickbbq.com/

betty ming liu said...

i love these kinds of quirky moments when they happen to me. my tendency is to try to see if they symbolize something, like an omen. i much prefer your approach -- it's just a moment! hope you have a great trip. :)

My Dog-Eared Pages said...

I LOVE Owen Wilson!! I hope you are in Austin with full wardrobe and all.
; )