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Excited about my trip to the Philippines Friday, Frisco International Airport
It's 2:30 pm and I am sitting, waiting, at the International Terminal, waiting for the Philippine Airlines check-in counter to open. Meanwhile I am watching a herd of people being checked-in by KLM, a Dutch Airliner, for a flight to Amsterdam, Europe's City of Sin. I heard from fellow travelers that the Amsterdam flight is cheaper than a flight to London's Heathrow International because of some ridiculous tax levied for that destination. In any case I don't care since I have no plans to visit either cities anytime in the near future. I just want to check my baggage in for my flight to NAIA - ie Ninoy Aquino International Airport.
Across the aisle from where I'm sitting are four Mexican women, also waiting for the check-in counter of their airline to open, probably Air Mexico or whatever the national carrier is for that country. Again, I don't care, the only reason I notice them is because one of the Mexicanas is quite attractive. She's a tall slender young lady with the innocent face of a village girl, wide eyed and full of youthful exuberance, probably in her twenties. She's talking to someone on her
San Mateo Bridge
Late afternoon, I was bored out of my wits so I took pictures of the most pedestrian sigths I could find. cell phone, laughing, giggling, flirting with somebody on the other line, probably her boyfriend.
Outside the sun is shining brightly in late December before Christmas so it is cold as hell, but I have no problem with that because I'm inside, sheltered, comfortable, and writing. I am writing everything that I see in the terminal because I am bored out of my wits waiting to check-in for my flight. Now the Filipinos are showing up in bunches, carting off their huge Balikbayan boxes. I see a family of seven; a grandma, a grandpa, two kids, the kids parents, and a baby. They have three balikabayan boxes with them and a ton of luggage. Most likely, what's inside those boxes are toys, gifts, presents, clothes, canned goods, electronic gadgets, etc., to take home to their families back in the P.I. What a bunch of FO's. That's short for F.O.B., as in
Fresh Off the Boat.
A Mediterranean looking family just passed by the aisle. One guy is dressed up like he's Rambo or something. Sleeves rolled up to show his biceps, ragged jeans, the bottom tucked into his boots like a marine. He thinks he's a bad ass. He
American Airlines
Another pedestrian sight. The landing of an American Airlines carrier. doesn't realize what an FO he is. He is probably from Pakistan or India, brainwashed from watching all those blow 'm-up American movies they love so much. No wonder why some of them grow up to become aggressive jihadis, killing in the name of Allah. What they watch becomes who they are, a product of their fantasies.
Two Filipina ladies are talking loudly, sitting behind me. At least they're not FO. I can tell by their accent, or lack of it.
A toddler is dragging her little carriage around and the father just let's her do it with complete impunity. She does what she wants, Daddy just laughs, Mommy is looking frustrated like she's menstruating, and everything around them is going to hell in a hand basket. A perfect portrait of a happy Caucasian-American family.
3:30 pm. Finally, the check-in counter opens. I get my boarding pass to get on the International Terminal. Once I pass through the security check I head straight to the PAL lounge. It's only 4 pm and so far there are only seven people in the lounge, watching TV. I relax on a nice cushy sofa, grab a bottle of Heiniken, open
Philippine Airlines
Inside the business class cabin. up my laptop and start writing like crazy. It's going to take me a few more drinks before I can completely relax, to get socially lubricated and candid. After an hour more people show up; two young white guys on their way to Thailand or some ridiculous place like that; a couple of black guys, one a fat, bubbly looking one, sort of like Re-Run from the old seventies sitcom
What's Happening. The other black guy is a
Kangol hat wearing Mofo ala Samuel Jackson. He is a really mean looking son-of-a-gun, real muscular and even more sinister looking. He looks like he can kick some major ass! I wouldn’t mess with that guy. It wouldn’t surprise me either if he were a criminal, probably related to
Tookie Williams. Now the mean looking black guy is stuffing himself with tiny slices of tuna sandwich and washing it all down with a cold bottle of Corona.
After a couple of hours more people are coming in. I love flying business or first class because of the lounge privilege, the free drinks, free food, and the comfort to pamper your self before a long flight out, seventeen hours from Frisco to Manila. Unlike
Comfort has its price
Would you like some champagne with your dinner madame? the waiting area, which are real drab, no class, no food, and no drinks. Here in the PAL lounge we get real comfy seats, a living room like atmosphere with free Internet, not like the not so free WIFI of Frisco International. T-Mobile’s got the market cornered on that service at $6 for the first hour and $1 for every hour thereafter.
It is now quarter to five. My flight is not until 9 pm. Some of these people are on Flight 115, which leaves at 7 pm. Now I am stuffing my self with the goodies and lubricating my social consciousness with lots of alcohol. By the time my flight takes off I should be well stuffed and dozy, ready to fall asleep for twelve continuous hours and wake up just in time to get ready for landing. I can only hope. Viva Las Islas Filipinas!
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But I have no problem with that because I'm inside, sheltered, comfortable.