el aeropuerto

friday i got like 4 minutes of sleep , got up at 5 to be at work by 6. worked until 2, then went to the airport to work until 7:30. that, my friends, is what we like to call, a Long Ass Day.

BUT, out of all the misery, comes some funny.

some conversations i had:

(involving to latina ladies waiting for the plane to .... la guardia)
girl #1: do you have the toffee coffee icey thing?
me: well, actually we are out of the...
#1: oh, you don't have that?
me: flavor for that particular...
#1: the sign says you have icey drinks....
me: as i was saying...
#1: you know, with the blender...
me: ok, i guess this is the part where i stop talking...
#1: and the flavors?
me: yes, we have the frozen drinks.
#1: oh, cuz i thought you said you were out.
me: no actually i was explaining to you that we are out of that particular flavor.
#1: oh, so i can get one of them?
me: sure, what flavor?
#1: umm... i guess caramel.

(as i look am looking at girl #2)
me: and for you?
#2: i am waiting.
me: oh, i wasn't sure if you were going to have the same thing that way i could make both and it would be easier.
#2: no, i am waiting.

***make drink... ring up...they walk away...i ring up a few more customers...here comes girl #2 again***

me: what can i get for you?
#2: the same thing she had.
me: oh, i thought .... but... wouldn't it have... easier to have ordered...at the same time?
#2: oh, well i tried some of hers and i likeded it.
(in my head: LIKEDED IT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? DID YOU JUST SAY LIKEDED IT?)
me: i'm sorry, you what?
#2: i likeded it. i want one.
me: but i could have made them both at the same time.
#2: yeah, but i didn't know if it was good.
me: i could have answered that question for you.
#2: yeah but some people's tastes are different.

(in my head: THAT'S FUCKING PROFOUND FOR SOMEONE WHO JUST USED THE WORD LIKEDED)

***make drink... and put experience into memory bank for tonight's blog***


BUT earlier.... i had to go get ice. which isn't usually an ordeal. it involves going downstairs to the restaurant, going down to the kitchen, and filling up bags of ice. (yes, i have to go through security with the bags of ice...radiated for your protection)

BUT, they changed the access to the kitchen. i didn't usually require a swipe card to go. now i do. but since i am leaving soon, it doesn't make any sense to pay for the new card for me. so, i was hoping i could go down there, have someone let me in, and be on my merry way. at least that's the way to played out in my head.

i went downstairs, then to the kitchen and asked someone to let me in. the guy that manages there got up to let me in. the woman (whom we will now refer to as Fucking Hose Beast or FHB for short) with whom he was sitting, asks me what's going on.

me: i have an old badge.
FHB: why don't you have the new badge?
me: because i still have the old badge.
FHB: but where is your new badge?
me: i don't have one. i have the old badge.
FHB: come here. where do you work?
me: (while showing her my badge) for the coffee stand upstairs.
FHB: why don't you have the new badge? are you new?
me: actually, i am their oldest employee and my badge doesn't expire until august 26th of this year and i am moving in less than a month and it didn't make sense to pay for a new badge for me. and i only work maybe once a week anyway.
FHB: well, you should have the new badge.
me: i was told to come down here, ask someone to let me in, and get some ice. i only need ice. what is it you would like me to do?
FHB: well you can understand where i am coming from.... we cant just let anyone down there. we can't even escort you down there.
me: so, what do you want me to do?
FHB: go down to the police station and get a temp badge.

(meanwhile, the kid who got up to open the door for me was still standing there with it open, waiting for me... and as i walked past him i said, "sorry, i guess i have to go about this a different way")
i get to the police "area" and am talking to the woman there and we are discussing that it is STILL 10 dollars to either get a new badge, or a temp badge, and its only good for one day, and since i am moving is it really worth it...blah blah blah.... then one of the cops i know comes in and i tell him the situation and he says, "come with me, let's go get this figured out".)

we head back to the restaraunt, through the swining doors, through the swipe door, (which someone left unlatched) down 2 flights of stairs and to the ice machine. i fill up 3 bags. and head back up.

AND i got "the look" from he FHB while i was down there... so when i left, i yelled back in the office, "THANKS FOR THE ICE!"
the cop said he was going to find out who left the door unlatched and write them up. i hope it was her.



now, because of 9/11 i get hassled and had to have a FUCKING police escort to get 3 bags of ice.


yay me.