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Getting here, the world exacted its price. We fly infrequently these days and thank heaven. At 4:30 a.m. O’Hare is buzzing with activity, and activity in USA 2008 means subjecting oneself to various indignities in order to get from one place to another.
My god-daughter is traveling with us. She bought her plane ticket after we did. As a reward, American Airlines charged her fifteen bucks to check her bag. Nothing extraordinary about the bag, it’s just the new air travel economy.
I brought my computer on the trip, jamming it in the bag that I carry back and forth to work each day. In the bag is a pocket knife that my daughter brought me from Toledo, Spain. I forgot that the knife was in there. The friendly folks at the TSA found it after a 20 minute examination. It’s a glorified letter opener, but rules are rules, and I understand.
American Airlines understands, too: Twenty five bucks to check it as extra baggage!
So, we were down 40 bucks before we got on the plane. I did a lot better in the Vegas airport, and they have slot machines everywhere.
Remember the slogan?
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“We’re American Airlines
Doing what we do best”
Yes, indeed.