Time for a break
The start of our winter getaway began, as usual, with an early morning trek to the Regina International Airport. Flying used to be a novelty and something fun to look forward to. Nowadays with all of the intense security, what you can bring, what you can't bring is a little excessive in my opinion. Come on, really, is my chapstick really a threat to security. Then there's the airlines themselves, and one in particular which will remain nameless but you can likely guess which one if you've flown alot and it's not WestJet. We booked our flights a few months back, double checked that Deb and I were sitting next to each other and low and behold when we arrived at the checkout counter, we were in different seats. Arrgh! No big deal. After a coffee and some toast we were fine. Afterall, we're headed to warmer climates. Now that we've arrived in Vancouver (direcdt flight from Regina), we found out that the airline decided we didn't need our golf clubs and didn't put them on the plane! Arrggh! This is the 4th time in a row flying with this airline where they have not put my clubs on. I understand that the plane might be full, but who's to say that I don't have anything important in my golfclub bag? The fortunate ones are the people who jam packed two full suitcases, 2 full carry-on bags and a laptop and everything they have goes through. Just because I have one suitcase and clubs shouldn't give them the power to arbitrarily decide that the clubs aren't important. I was going to pack the shaving kit in my golf club bag, but decided to throw it in my other suitcase.. thank goodness. As I write this during our 7 hour layover in Vancouver, our clubs are yet to be found and maybe on route to Edmonton, but nobody seems to know. Oh, the joys of flying. Somebody needs a holiday. 