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Great, so now I get to fly back home with my basses. The ones that I now know I'm not supposed to be able to get on as carry on luggage. Oh, and did I mention that this is a red-eye flight, with a three hour layover in Vegas?
And, as a side note, if you want to get searched – thoroughly – by security before you get on a plane, here are some tips and tricks:
Several hours later, I began to do my pre-flight prep for just how I was going to scam my basses onto the plane this time.
And, through the same process, I managed to get my basses on board. Both attendants came to me this time, advising me of the new FAA regulations. I did my best dumbfounded look (not a hard thing for me), pleaded total ignorance as to the new regs and basically scammed my way into a break.
We touched down in Vegas (not a lot to recommend about that airport, I have to say). Then the final leg of the trip. I managed to get my guitars on board, and I also managed to learn that the flight attendants can't take money as a tip, but they can take CDs.
The flight into DC was miserable. Really, really turbulent. I don’t particularly like flying to start with – I don’t hate it, I’m not afraid of it, but it’s hardly my favorite way to travel. So having so much turbulence that attendants started to refer to the pilot as “Captain Bouncy”. Somewhere over the Rockies, I asked for one of the attendants to bring me a whiskey and Coke, hold the Coke. Believe it or not, that actually made things better.
Things finally started to ease up right around the Mississippi and we landed at 6:45am or so. I had originally planned on taking a train up to NYC, go by Fodera and drop off my bass for some work, but I was way too tired, and I collapsed into a bed until about 8pm that night.
Posted by Casper at September 12, 2003 08:50 PM