I’m sitting in the breakfast area of a hotel in DC, drinking coffee, and listening in on the conversation going on next to me because I’m SOLO and have nothing else to do and no one else to worry about. I’m learning that this guy flies a ton for work, hates United because he refuses to connect through San Francisco airport because he always gets delayed because of fog, he’s been a platinum mileage member with Alaska for the past 7 years and refuses to fly anyone else because he has “worked for those miles,” and he got his credit card shut off when he used it in a vending machine in the Oakland airport. I guess it’s a “hotspot for crime activity” and the vending machine threw up the red flag in the computer and shut his card off. Now they are all sharing their worst card stories. And my restaurant hearing is not great, so you know they must be loud.
Now I even know the dude’s last 4 of his social security number and that someone fraudulently ordered a $600 edible arrangement after stealing his card info, but I’m bored with their Tales of Banking Woe so I’m moving on.
The only thing that has been less than perfect about my DC morning is that I woke up at 6 am. Say what now?! That’s 3 am west coast time, where I was yesterday. Why is my dumb self wide awake 2 hours earlier than I would have in my normal time zone. Boo.
My flights were easy yesterday and I met the most adorable businessman in Dallas while waiting for my connecting flight. He got me into the fancy airport lounge where all the people with millions of air miles hang out and we ate free food and drank coffee in comfortable chairs away from the masses of people wearing pjs and carrying on 13 shopping bags.
I have the day to myself, but I don’t think I want to hit any tourist attractions I think I’d rather get my last bit of America in and walk around the mall, window shop, and hopefully score a few more clothing items since I won’t do any shopping once I’m back in AD. Only 2 more days in the US!