Saturday, June 03, 2006

Leaviing Tampa

On the morning of the 19th, the original plan was to pick the big group at their hotel and go to the airport together. But Jati reminded me that it would be complicated for me, so he suggested that we simply meet at the airport. I thought he was right. So, I smsed Dian and Wulan to simply meet at the airport. And we did. Jati picked me up at my hotel and we took shuttle together to the airport.

Then, we did something very stupid. I just read the left corner of my ticket and it said: Northwest. So I lined up at Northwest. No one was serving us though we were at the most front of the line already. The attendants kept on calling people’s name and handled their luggage. One passenger then told us to just go ahead use the screen to check ourselves in. But my ticket was paper ticket, so I still need to process it. I asked Jati to go ahead processing through the self check-in screen. Both of us followed the direction, but the number on his ticket was 1 digit more than required. When I tried to talk to the attendance she said: “go to the furthest point counter for help”, and we did. Again, we waited in line. When it came to our turn, the attendant simply said: “Your tickets are for United Air, not Northwest. Can’t you read it…” We did not know how to safe our faces at that time. That was why the numbers on Jati’s ticket did not match. We laughed at ourselves. Obviously, we did not pass the reading comprehension test on the sub - subject of ‘reading airline ticket’. We took it for granted that all our flights were on Northwest. The writing of Northwest on my ticket was simply that the ticket was issued by Northwest but the carrier was UA. We never thought it was possible. So stupid, so careless.

So we went to the dedicated line and there we met the others. I was assisted right away, while the others with e-ticket were assisted to check in using the touch screen. It was their first experience, too. But this time, there was an attendant ready to assist, not like the one in Northwest line.

I was a bit wondering when I saw Dian and Bu Maryam assisted by a stranger. I wanted to ask but Jati asked me to just watch until it was necessary to do something. It turned out that he was the taxi driver who offered help. They brought so many luggage that he did not have the heart to let them carry by themselves. But he was the one who went up to the airline attendant and made everyone confused because he said “These ladies were going to Indonesia” and there was no service to Indonesia by that particular airline. I smiled listening to all the update by Jati and Nida. I never ask those ladies whether they had to pay extra to the very helpful driver.

From afar I also watched the others struggled with doubled luggage, how one scolded the others when commented about the luggage, and how one manipulated the others to take care of the extra luggage and the other one was not happy with the way it was arranged. I listened to one of them complaining how hurted that particular person over the hard words said after commenting someone’s luggage. Everyone seemed to be tired and stressed already. But I had learned so much to keep away and not to interfere. Thank Jati for teaching me to do so. I could be crazy if he were not there.

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