This morning I arrived at the airport in Las Vegas to catch my 9:35 flight.
I tried to make a “fast check-in” at one of those machines, the type where before you even start using it, you know it won’t work. In the end I had to line-up in the queue for a lady to help me with the subject.
“I’m so sorry, Mr Aranburu, but your flight isn’t at 9:35am, it will be at 9:35 pm,” she said, looking at me like I was an idiot.
And the truth is that maybe I was a bit of an idiot. “If one day has 24 hours, why you guys have to call it 9, instead of the 21st hour of the day?” I asked poker-faced (that’s what you tend to do around here)
Maybe I could spend another day in Vegas? When I managed to find a ticket from another company, which gave me time to make my connections, I had to make a decision
Take it now – I wanted to leave Vegas on a high.
As four hours before, Hodei, Alba, Adur and I bet $125 that was going to be red: “Tatatatatatatatatatatatatatat ta ta ta ta taa taaa taaa … Red 18!”
{Check some more clips from Trestles on my personal site: aritzaranburu.com}
- Aritz
