Ah Philthy Delphia

I left my my new friend to catch her connecting flight into the depths of Jersey, and I followed the rest of the herd to the baggage area. I had no problems what so ever getting my pack which was easy to spot being as it was wrapped in a black contractor trash bag. When I checked the bag in Denver, the fine people at US airways informed me that they couldn't check my pack with the sleeping bag hanging on the outside. "Just bag it" I said. I had done this before and so there fore assumed the common practice for anyone traveling with a pack is to place it in a clear plastic bag and mark it with airline packing tape. "we don't carry any plastic bags sir" the attendant said as if I was crazy for even suggesting it. Immediately I peeled off my hippie suit and allowed my inner Jersey the chance to shine. "that's ridiculous, I've done this a thousand times"(or once), "This is unexceptionable!" I've found It's important when dealing with airline folk to act like you know something they don't. Every day corperate flight policies change in order to scam a buck and I have come to the conclusion that most people in the check in department don't have a clue what the hell is going on day to day. Before she could retort I noticed a massive trash can behind her. "Just take a trash bag out of that can behind you" I demanded as if I was doing her a favor by coming up with the solution. She did as I suggested and instantly I recoiled my jersey and returned to my normal self.
Aware that my victory in Denver could have back fired into my pack being sent to China, I was pumped to see it flop out of the magical baggage hole unsaved. I tore off the trash bag and made my way outside to wait for my friend keanne to pick me up. I'm convinced that Keanne is one of the best humans I have ever met, and on top of it she never misses an opportunity to come get me from the airport and house me when I'm in Philly. With out fail she arrived just on time equipped with a mini cooler filled with snacks and beers. Ah Philthy delphia! One of the advantages of living in the nations number 1 murder capitol is that drinking a beer in the passenger seat is really not high on the police priority list. And so beer in hand staring at the city skyline I worked on getting comfortable with feeling free.