Seggy
Well-Known Member
Jeppy, you should have had a spill proof top when reading these boards 
Maxy, what young do you speak of? I don't know of any young seggys running around
I like her very much, we complement each other well. Some things she has me tied up around the finger with and there are some things that I have her tied up around my finger with.
By the way I *heart* 'hotel shuttle' rides. You see at my airline when we serve the tropical destination of Augusta Maine. In the winter time sometimes there are 6 or 7 foot snow banks. Anywho, I have been up there TDY many a time and love it in the winter.
The hotel does not offer a free 'shuttle ride' so the company gives us a voucher for a 'cab'. Well these 'cabs' are 1980s ish Oldsmobile Supremes. When there is a blizzard they dispatch one to the airport as the roads are covered up. After a 14 hour duty day, 7.5 hours of hand flying, 6.8 of actual, 6 approaches to minimums, and ice accumulations that make the Artic look like Hawaii, the only thing I want to do is go to the hotel room, take a warm shower, and relax.
That is not the case.
The 'shuttle service' picks me up at the airport with our passengers. So here I am stuck in the middle of the back seat with 5 people in the taxi, three of which I just flew in. We have to drive close to an hour dropping these folks off as I am peppered with questions as they are pissed off why their bags didn't make it, why we had to go around once in Augusta, why it was so bumpy, why can't they bring their own alcohol on board to drink, why the landing was bad, why the plane was to hot, why the plane was to cold, why the this, why the that...
One time there was no snow storm, but when the cab picked me up from the hotel to bring me to the airport there were two passengers in the cab already. An elderly lady was taking her dog, a five year old St. Bernard to the Vet, to have it treated for fleas. So here I am sitting in the back seat of the cab, with a friendly St Bernard with fleas who insists on resting his head on my lap on the way to the airport. When I got there the Captain I am flying with almost pissed his pants laughing so hard as he is outside smoking a cancer stick and sees me pull into the terminal as me and the doggy part ways.
Living the dream baby!
Maxy, what young do you speak of? I don't know of any young seggys running around
I like her very much, we complement each other well. Some things she has me tied up around the finger with and there are some things that I have her tied up around my finger with.
By the way I *heart* 'hotel shuttle' rides. You see at my airline when we serve the tropical destination of Augusta Maine. In the winter time sometimes there are 6 or 7 foot snow banks. Anywho, I have been up there TDY many a time and love it in the winter.
The hotel does not offer a free 'shuttle ride' so the company gives us a voucher for a 'cab'. Well these 'cabs' are 1980s ish Oldsmobile Supremes. When there is a blizzard they dispatch one to the airport as the roads are covered up. After a 14 hour duty day, 7.5 hours of hand flying, 6.8 of actual, 6 approaches to minimums, and ice accumulations that make the Artic look like Hawaii, the only thing I want to do is go to the hotel room, take a warm shower, and relax.
That is not the case.
The 'shuttle service' picks me up at the airport with our passengers. So here I am stuck in the middle of the back seat with 5 people in the taxi, three of which I just flew in. We have to drive close to an hour dropping these folks off as I am peppered with questions as they are pissed off why their bags didn't make it, why we had to go around once in Augusta, why it was so bumpy, why can't they bring their own alcohol on board to drink, why the landing was bad, why the plane was to hot, why the plane was to cold, why the this, why the that...
One time there was no snow storm, but when the cab picked me up from the hotel to bring me to the airport there were two passengers in the cab already. An elderly lady was taking her dog, a five year old St. Bernard to the Vet, to have it treated for fleas. So here I am sitting in the back seat of the cab, with a friendly St Bernard with fleas who insists on resting his head on my lap on the way to the airport. When I got there the Captain I am flying with almost pissed his pants laughing so hard as he is outside smoking a cancer stick and sees me pull into the terminal as me and the doggy part ways.
Living the dream baby!
