Dulles and United, my favorite combination. I am waiting for my flight to Frankfurt to connect there to St Petersburg. I have an hour between the scheduled arrival and departure in Frankfurt. United predicts so far that the flight to Frankfurt will depart 35 minutes late. So it can still work: I am checked in for the St Petersburg flight and there’s typically some margin in the flight time that they can make up. At least this time I only have hand luggage so nothing can get lost.
In the meantime, I’m lounging at Vino Volo near Gate C3 at Dulles airport sipping a delightful Ottella Trebbiano from Italy and munching on some smoked salmon rolls – ahh, such decadence!
At Rochester airport earlier things were very quiet. The TSA security staff was bored, talking about pay checks. One, a somewhat rotund and elderly security guard named Floyd M., struck up a conversation with me. “Do you know why we need to carry our pay checks to the bank?”
“No,” I replied.
“Because they are too small to go by themselves.”
He then went on to relate an anecdote from a recent security search he performed. The gentleman in question had a shoe box, labeled Napoleon, with him. On the box it said that these shoes were only sold at Trump Towers. In the box were black tip shoes, of make Napoleon. On the box was a price tag of $820. “Were they nice shoes?” I asked. Next was the story about the New York City doorman who won the lottery, continued to work as doorman and then was fired. According to Floyd the doorman wanted to keep his job because of the tips: $1000 per apartment in the building during Christmas time. “The tips here any good?”, I participated in the conversation. “No… no, we don’t get any” was Floyd’s observation. He then entered into another story about good tips but luckily another passenger moved through the security gate and I stole away.