On this day, I learned that you don’t need anything but your name and passport to check in with american airlines on an international flight.
Mom and I got to Little Rock National Airport a little before 9 and then we realized neither of us had grabbed my backpack.
I went inside to check in, mom stayed outside to call dad to have him drive it, thinking they might try to send it on an express flight, I don’t know, that’s what she said.
Anyways, what ended up happening is that the plane was actually in dallas undergoing repairs. For an hour. Which happens to be about exactly the length of time it takes to get to little rock from home! Providence, non?
As it happens, I did have my record locator letters memorized, but when I couldn’t get the check in kiosk to type an l, I gave up and worked with the agent. He was very sympathetic, and when I was hurrying back into the airport with my bags, he smiled and asked if I had got it.
While we waited for dad, we put several quarters in the meter. I asked mom about twenty minutes in how much time she’d put on and she said she’d put two quarters in, and I remarked that it was empty. when I went to fill it, I noticed a small line that said ‘15 minute maximum’, i.e. one quarter.
Of all the cars that parked next to us while we waited, only two of them didn’t get fooled by this. One because the last person had left time on it, the other because she was a prudent woman who carefully reads everyng.
so now you know, always read everything about a parking meter.
(bonsoir from france)