Back in Seattle, home of the Doubting Sheepster.
I was too tired last night to even think about staying up to clean up my blog and post something. I notice Rob didn't mention the parking lot fiasco, so I'll do the honors.
But first, many, many thanks to our gracious Host and Hostess! Rob and I had a lovely time!
We saw them at the beaches and in the sky and in the backyard. We saw them driving down the coast and off the freeways and at Sea World. There's a lot of wildlife in San Diego.
As for being afraid of hummingbirds, Broos. :P You'd be scared too if you were innocently admiring the view when one came up to buzz you!
I was relieved to learn that the rules I've been playing Settlers with are pretty much the same ones that Suz and Broos use. They do play a much nicer version of it with a lot less cut throat use of the robber though. I tried to be polite and play nicely until Rob swiped all my (and everyone else's) wheat, forcing me to use my monopoly card on the next turn to get some back, thereby costing Rob a win and giving Suz a chance to walk away with our accolades as the Lord of Catan. And believe me, I was still hearing about my betrayal at the airport where we waited for our flight.
The inspection process was a lot quicker coming home than it was leaving. Apparently between Saturday and Sunday, at least at SeaTac, they relaxed some rules a bit to make things smoother. When Rob and I left Seattle, the line to be screened was very long although it moved quickly. At San Diego, the lines to check in were long, so while we waited to get picked up, I was very dismayed. Leaving though was very easy. In fact, Rob and I volunteered to give up our seats as our flight was completely full (the early afternoon flight was cancelled and their passengers combined with ours). Unfortunately, we didn't get to spend several additional hours at the airport; they used other folks' seats. Darn it. We wanted the free round trip tickets they offered as incentive to volunteer.
Back home, we encountered the parking lot fiasco. I found on the internet a newly opened parking facility that charged 99 cents per day to park in September. Whoo hoo! My thrifty soul rejoiced! Saturday morning, the lot was full so the attendant took my car key in case he needed to move my vehicle. Sunday night, the shuttle driver seemed surprised that we and another woman didn't have our car keys, and when he radioed the office, the first remark back was, "They don't have their keys?"
Rob began to foam at the mouth. He ranted, he raved. I tried to placate him, and he finally sat back down. Eventually, about a half hour later, they found our key and after cruising up and down the parking lot, located our car as well. Meanwhile, I was trying to calm Rob down while he went off on us pathetic west coasters who let these things happen to us without a fuss because we're all so "nice" to each other.
The meter at the exit gate said we owed over $4 for parking. Rob started to get his dander up again over the seeming 100 percent tax. I shushed him, then told the attendant that our coupon said 99 cents per day with 8.8 percent tax -- where'd that other couple bucks come from? "Airport use fee, SeaTac sales tax, state tax, blah tax and recovering lost key fees," the guy mumbled to us. I waved the coupon. The manager came over. I read back to him where it said 8.8 percent. He snatched the coupon from my hand trying to find something that supported all the other fees he charged. I said we'd been waiting a half hour for them to get our car anyway, and I wasn't about to pay any additional fees considering how long it took. He finally tossed the coupon back at me and waved his hands in the air saying, "Give it to them, give it to them," and walked off.
As we drove away, $2 in parking fees later, Rob started chuckling. "I didn't think you had it in you," he said approving of my outburst, which started me giggling. After all, he'd said we left coasters were wusses and here his Settlers-back-stabbing-it's-okay-honey wife just went off on the poor parking lot guy.
What a weekend :)
I was too tired last night to even think about staying up to clean up my blog and post something. I notice Rob didn't mention the parking lot fiasco, so I'll do the honors.
But first, many, many thanks to our gracious Host and Hostess! Rob and I had a lovely time!
We saw them at the beaches and in the sky and in the backyard. We saw them driving down the coast and off the freeways and at Sea World. There's a lot of wildlife in San Diego.
As for being afraid of hummingbirds, Broos. :P You'd be scared too if you were innocently admiring the view when one came up to buzz you!
I was relieved to learn that the rules I've been playing Settlers with are pretty much the same ones that Suz and Broos use. They do play a much nicer version of it with a lot less cut throat use of the robber though. I tried to be polite and play nicely until Rob swiped all my (and everyone else's) wheat, forcing me to use my monopoly card on the next turn to get some back, thereby costing Rob a win and giving Suz a chance to walk away with our accolades as the Lord of Catan. And believe me, I was still hearing about my betrayal at the airport where we waited for our flight.
The inspection process was a lot quicker coming home than it was leaving. Apparently between Saturday and Sunday, at least at SeaTac, they relaxed some rules a bit to make things smoother. When Rob and I left Seattle, the line to be screened was very long although it moved quickly. At San Diego, the lines to check in were long, so while we waited to get picked up, I was very dismayed. Leaving though was very easy. In fact, Rob and I volunteered to give up our seats as our flight was completely full (the early afternoon flight was cancelled and their passengers combined with ours). Unfortunately, we didn't get to spend several additional hours at the airport; they used other folks' seats. Darn it. We wanted the free round trip tickets they offered as incentive to volunteer.
Back home, we encountered the parking lot fiasco. I found on the internet a newly opened parking facility that charged 99 cents per day to park in September. Whoo hoo! My thrifty soul rejoiced! Saturday morning, the lot was full so the attendant took my car key in case he needed to move my vehicle. Sunday night, the shuttle driver seemed surprised that we and another woman didn't have our car keys, and when he radioed the office, the first remark back was, "They don't have their keys?"
Rob began to foam at the mouth. He ranted, he raved. I tried to placate him, and he finally sat back down. Eventually, about a half hour later, they found our key and after cruising up and down the parking lot, located our car as well. Meanwhile, I was trying to calm Rob down while he went off on us pathetic west coasters who let these things happen to us without a fuss because we're all so "nice" to each other.
The meter at the exit gate said we owed over $4 for parking. Rob started to get his dander up again over the seeming 100 percent tax. I shushed him, then told the attendant that our coupon said 99 cents per day with 8.8 percent tax -- where'd that other couple bucks come from? "Airport use fee, SeaTac sales tax, state tax, blah tax and recovering lost key fees," the guy mumbled to us. I waved the coupon. The manager came over. I read back to him where it said 8.8 percent. He snatched the coupon from my hand trying to find something that supported all the other fees he charged. I said we'd been waiting a half hour for them to get our car anyway, and I wasn't about to pay any additional fees considering how long it took. He finally tossed the coupon back at me and waved his hands in the air saying, "Give it to them, give it to them," and walked off.
As we drove away, $2 in parking fees later, Rob started chuckling. "I didn't think you had it in you," he said approving of my outburst, which started me giggling. After all, he'd said we left coasters were wusses and here his Settlers-back-stabbing-it's-okay-honey wife just went off on the poor parking lot guy.
What a weekend :)
posted by Owl Chick at 10/01/2001 09:13:00 AM
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