Don't rip me off!
Mood:
irritated
I went to the airport to pick up Joey last night. When I approached the parking lot, there were 3 or 4 cars lining up at one gate. But another gate had a green light on, so I drove up to that gate. There, I realized that the gate was left open and the machine wasnt working so I couldnt get a ticket. I never had a problem like that before and I didnt think I could back out and get into the other lane to go through the working gate. So I just drove into the parking lot and tried to figure out what I could do. I thought of walking up to the cahier booth to talk to someone as soon as I parked the car, but all the booths looked pretty busy and I didnt want to take a chance to get run over. I decided to talk to a cashier on my way out and I went into the terminal to find Joey.
It was about his scheduled arrival time, but I couldnt find the flight number on the monitor in the lobby. I looked over and over, and I gave up and decided to call AJ to see if she gave me the correct flight number. Then Joey just showed up out of nowhere.
As we were leaving the parking lot, I drove up to the cashier booth. There was one car in front of me and the driver seemed to be having some problem paying for the parking. I waited for at least 10 minutes or so behind this car. But I didnt want to move into another lane because I too was going to spend some time with the cashier to resolve my problem, and I didnt want to hold up all the cars in another lane.
When the car in front of me finally left, I moved forward and told the cashier what had happened, and I told her what time I came in. She told me to talk to the manager over the intercom, so I yelled at the microphone inside of the booth, repeating what I had just said to the cashier.
Then the manager said, If you dont have a ticket, we charge you $18. Of course I didnt want to pay $17.50 more than I should have paid. So I told him that they should have fixed their problem instead of ripping me off. The gate had a green light and it was inviting me to come forward, then the machine ended up not functioning.
Then the manager told me that there was a Help button on the machine and I should have used it. But how the hell did I know, the machine might have had a button or two, but I didnt see any signs or instructions on it. Maybe the word Help had faded or something. The manager insisted that all the gates were working and none of them was left open, and he could prove it because the camera had been on and he had been monitoring.
So I yelled at him that if the camera was on, he should have been able to find me passing through the open gate at around 8:15 p.m. I demanded the investigation right then. The cashier wrote down my license plate number as she was told by the manager, but soon he gave up and told the cashier to charge me only the amount I should have paid from the time I claimed that I came in.
As I was paying the cashier, I asked if the person in front of me had the same problem. She said yes, so I told her that it definitely was their problem. I think the other person ended up paying $18 though. Joey pulled out $20 while I was negotiating with the manager, but I told him not to pay. So he saved it for later to buy some beer.
By the way, Im finding everything you were looking for before you had left, and they were not hiding anywhere. Aquaphor was on the floor in Breannas room. The registration renewal notice for Jeep was on the shelf at the desk, and it wasnt even in the piles of letters, but it was sitting there by itself! My eyes are smaller than yours but I can see better (even without contact lenses).