Memento I: YUL ✈ ORD

Guess what I found! MOST OF THE TICKET STUBS FROM MY CANADIAN ESCAPADE :b

Most of them come with stories, and it's fitting that I should blog about them since.... this was the reason I started the blog anyway.

The story begins with a rather...porcine member of the United Airlines team. She had russet curls that could have been pretty, but they'd been tamed at the top, and left to fluff out behind her in a mess of tangled copper wires. An uninspired art student's work. Her tiny eyes, almost hidden by her cheeks, were dull from lack of exercise. Very much like miss piggy. And yes. She was fat.

It was... 5 in the morning, and there I was, bleary eyed and trying to check my luggage (25kg and 14kg) in. Anal woman that she was, she refused to let the 2kg go. "It's winter," she snarled,"the airlines are very particular about that now."

"But the other one's just 14kg!" I pleaded.

"NO. 23KG IT IS. YOU SNIVELLING RAT. NOW SCAT!" She roared.

Ok no she didn't. But she did snap "not a gram more" before visibly kicking me out of the queue, leaving me with no choice but to dispose of my premium IKEA hangers.... Talk about Anal.

Wah lao what was her problem. I would've understood if the combined weight of my luggages had exceeded 2x23kg, but NO the other one was so light! And this was just 2kg more than the allowed weight. Baggage handlers' backs carry 2kg more and their backs will break meh. Had no idea that Canadian Winters could cause brittle bones. I check 25kg in regularly without problems (don't give me that look. not my fault if my mom likes me to bring groceries back from other countries).

My companion was sufficiently incensed by her poor attitude, and decided that such behaviour was deserving of... the SnapSnap treatment. i.e., He snapped his fingers to get her attention. Very much like you'd expect of a real Nouveau Riche from the Country. Of course, she became apoplectic with rage, and she spun around in a full circle, asking her colleagues whether they'd heard him snap at her, and declaring that she couldn't believe it. I believe she entertained serious thoughts of having my companion arrested, but realized that she couldn't, because he hadn't violated any rules.

Haha, that was quite a memory, watching her dull blue eyes fire up like that of Sentinel Prime's, before hardening to become like agates, as she whipped out her blue pen, and very sullenly directed me to my gate, as she scrawled on the boarding pass.

Today, I still live with a closet full of hangers which don't match. And this is mostly that Airport Lady's fault.