On the way home from San Francisco last night I witnessed a moment of warmth and generosity between two laptop-using passengers.
One sighed and closed his laptop, and the other turned around and asked, “HP?”. The other guy responded, “HP!”. The original guy said, “ah, HP!”
He then handed over his United-to-HP power-cable and the original guy thanked him profusely and plugged his HP laptop into the power-jack in his seat.
I had no such luck — I made the discovery last night that aircraft have a powerjack all of their own… arrrghh, why don’t they tell you this in advance. Still, I managed to trot out some articles I needed to finish before my PowerBook’s battery died.
Unfortunately some dunce in the “Green – nothing to declare” line at customs pulled his bag off the x-ray conveyer belt and caught my backpack with it. It fell straight down onto the tile floor of customs and when I checked my PowerBook in the cab, yep, one corner of it is dented and bent out of shape. I am praying to KP up there somewhere that ACP’s travel insurance policy covers it.
ALSO: we flew through “wind shear” last night, which according to this NASA website “has been blamed for the loss of hundreds of lives in airplane crashes.”
Indeed, the plane was going up and down like a rollercoaster and for a while there I felt like I was in a milkshake maker… (in fact I remember saying that to the guy next to me in a half-asleep state… now that I think about it, milk shake makers whip rather than shake so it doesn’t make sense…)
Fortunately we arrived safely in Sydney.