We’re at LAX airport now, waiting to fly to Connecticut. We never expected our house in LA to sell in 4 days, and certainly not with a quick 30 day escrow too. But it did! So, the past month has been a blur of inspectors and final fixes on the LA house, plus flying to Connecticut two weeks ago where we saw 15 homes in two days and bought one.
Logistically, the most complicated thing was figuring out how to ship three cats on the same flight. This took multiple phone calls and arrangements. I was convinced that arriving at LAX with six pieces of luggage and three cats would prove nightmarish. Happily though, we zipped through the check-in, with two cats going in cargo and 17-year-old Peggy Sue in carry-on. Passing through TSA simply required taking her out of the carrier so it could be scanned.
We decided to fly first-class. This, as it turns out, makes a huge difference. I’m blogging this from the First Class Delta lounge. They have wireless everywhere, showers, free drinks, a business center, plus comfortable chairs and tables.
Here’s the class difference. Downstairs in steerage, there are constant Orwellian announcements saying to watch your luggage. Up here, people leave their luggage and wander off. And there’s no announcements. Apparently if you fly first class, you can’t be a terrorist.
This echoes what someone familiar with the air system once told me. If you fly by private jet, there’s no TSA, no scanners, and virtually no security. The more youÃƒ”šÃ‚Â spend to fly, the less intrusive the security is. Curious, no?