Day Eight - Leaving Las Vegas
Sleep deprived and poorly prepared I decided just to take a cab to the airport. It being crazy early the only traffic we encountered was at the airport. The final hundred meters represented about a third of the time we spent in the taxi.
The experience at the airport was horrendous. The lineup to check in was the longest I’ve seen, full of idiots like the Asian camera crew who kept leaving their bags unattended or the guy we finally got to that must’ve read every page of my passport 8 times before deeming it worthy of entering into the computer as slow as possible.
This wasn’t hunt and peck, this was find a key, tap it, take a break, put the passport down, pick it up, find a key, enter the second letter of the person’s name, take a break… I wanted to climb over the counter and beat him senseless. Most other clerks processed about 4 people in the time it took him to process me.
Then he ran out of luggage tags. It looked to me to be as simple as loading a roll of toilet paper, in the time he took I could take apart, clean, and reassemble a VCR. Heaven help him if he ever runs out of TP, the poor bastard’s likely to slip into a coma. Were he moving any slower he would be traveling back in time.
He needs to die is the point I’m making here.
Once through with him we moved on to discover Vegas has the most limited food selection of any airport I’ve ever been to, and yet the most expensive - what a surprise.
Once on the plane it was smooth sailing all the way home thankfully.
