There was a point last night when I assumed the most annoying part of this trip would be the gentleman across the aisle from me who removed his shoes AND socks five minutes into our flight. The two and half hours in the air were otherwise uneventful and I was pleased to note that we were making good time. We landed a good twenty minutes prior to our scheduled arrival time. The only problem was we hadn’t landed at L.A.X. We were at Ontario airport, about an hour’s drive from Los Angeles.
Our pilot informed us that a security breech at L.A.X. had required us to make a little detour, but once we received the all clear, we would be on our way.
Security breech? I got online and learned that a mass panic had been set off by an active shooter.
And then, not an active shooter but some LOUD NOISES.
And then a guy in a Zorro outfit.
The pilot eventually came back with another update. We would need to refuel and then be on our way. Refuel? We were less than twenty minutes out? How close do these flights cut it? Anyway, he estimated we’d be back in the air in an hour.
Three hours later we were on our way. And it took us a mere twenty minutes to get to L.A.X.
Double that for the time we spent on the tarmac, waiting for an available gate.
And then add another 40 minutes if you’re stupid enough to attempt to catch a cab. I mean, seriously. For an international airport, L.A.X. is shockingly disorganized in its taxi service. You can line up and wait at the taxi stand. Or, like most people, you can not bother to line up and stand in front of the people waiting in front of the taxi stand. OR, you can just walk down and flag a cab before it gets anywhere near the taxi stand. It’s as if the taxi companies in L.A. want you to use Uber.
Which I eventually did and finally arrived at my hotel – four hours late. Thankfully, I was in bed by 3:30 a.m.
After a refreshing three and a half hours sleep, I was ready to start the day!
Lunch with the AfterBuzz crew: Tauri Jay Miller, Andrew Mena, and Yael Tygiel.
Followed by a mini Stargate reunion for dinner with Carl Binder and Martin Gero.
Tomorrow = I get down to business!