After a few phone calls while on my layover in Denver, I’d managed to get a couple of contingency plans of monetary substitute, to cover the forgotten Visa. Just have to wait until tomorrow now, to see if the money is deposited correctly and how much of a retainer the car company has put (if any) on the card. I need to call the bank in office hours and today being Thanksgiving, they’re closed.
After a tale of 70F+ heat in Denver the other week from the girl in my local Starbucks, I was surprised to see snow upon my arrival at the airport; just a light dusting but a real surprise all the same. I must admit, the glimpse of a view I got coming in of the Rockies and surrounding area, was pretty magnificent; chiseled features, with hardened shadow against the virgin white.
Pulling together the note about banking arrangements in Denver, this was helped with the delay of my flight by 45 mins. Had it not been delayed, I would have not had the time to work out a plan and would have got to Houston, not knowing how far I could plan to travel.
I got lucky on the flight to Houston by landing a window seat and managed to read through what seemed a really short flight. My amusement was piqued by the stewardess with the crazy bouffant, that looked like she had just rolled out of bed and sprayed her hair as it stood. I hear it’s apparently common in these parts – no idea why though, it looks a mess. Between her and the Iraqi guy, nervously twitching on the outer seat and some mixed semi-middle-eastern bear spreading himself out over the arm-rests, it was quite the scene for people-watching. The poor Iraqi hardly knew a word of English, nor did he know that he’s not supposed to have his phone on during a flight. After he saw me taking pictures with my camera, he wanted me to take a few shots with his phone’s cam, and indicated this by thrusting the phone at me, demanding ‘flash! flash!’ – successive requests for pics went without words, with him just holding the phone on front of my face. I was too amused to be taken aback by the rudeness, poor guy. I wonder how the rest of his stay goes.
Luckily at the rental car counter they took my debit card, and only needed to view my return ticket. This would have been the biggest kick in the balls for forgetting my Visa, if they hadn’t accepted it. So, one shiny compact SUV later and I’m on the road out of Houston.