Palm Springs: Day 1.
April 21, 2007 · Posted in Personal
The company I work for sent me to Palm Springs to shoot photos and video of a conference they’re holding at a resort. Derek came with me to get a change of scenery. Pretty snazzy.
We were stuck at the Minneapolis airport on the way there for nine stinking hours. We got up late and somehow made it to the wrong terminal so we missed our 7 a.m. flight. Since we were each responsible for one of the screw ups, so we figured we can’t be mad at each other for our stupidity. Luckily we got on to a flight at 5:15 p.m. Since we had so much time to kill, I wrote down a few observations:
- Saw hipsters to the extreme while waiting for coffee at Dunn Bros. They reminded me of the ‘Two A-Holes’ on SNL.
- Saw a guy in a flannel shirt with the arms cut off having a very animated conversation with himself.
- Laughed at an announcement over the intercom concerning a red velvet pillow that was left behind on a plane, stated many many times.
- Discovered the airport charges for wifi access. Lame.
- Saw an iPod vending machine. People were mesmerized by the bright white glow of the machine.
- Marveled at women in tall, uncomfortable-looking shoes and wondered how they carry their luggage while wearing them.
- Saw a row of seats with markings that indicated they were intended for people with disabilities.
The one on the left looks to be intended for people who hover. - Watched a crew unload and prep a plane for its next flight. We felt badly for the woman driving and operating what we figured was the ‘poo truck.’
- Critiqued logos painted on the sides of planes.
- Saw a guy in handcuffs being transported by two officers.
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