Not a triumphant day...
I arrived at MAD 2.5 hours before departure (typical). I checked in a piece of luggage, then went through the labyrinth of MAD to get to the train to get to remote T4. I did my gift shopping, and then sat at the gate. The inbound flight had a delay and wasn't at the gate yet. AA68 arrived 45 minutes late.
While reading my booking and keeping an eye on the surroundings I noticed something I haven't seen there: two Guardia Civil cops in fatigues and a quartet of Customs agents. Maybe something new?
Time to board... So I get my carry-ons and hit the first checkpoint; I had 12 A in business. As the girl looks at my passport and boarding pass, I take a few steps to have the boarding pass scanned...
At which point the committee of government employees welcomed their guest of honor: me.
I was ushered down the jet way and hustled into a room adjacent to the jet way...
Up against the wall and spread 'em. The only thing that wasn't used was a latex glove
My carry-on was scrutinized, my wallet was gone thru with a fine tooth comb…
“Why do you have a firearms permit?”
“Because it is allowed in my country…”
“Why do you travel so much to Colombia?
“Business, duh…”
A myriad of questions, but the guy asking was in my space like if he was trying to get a reaction out of me…
“Why do you have heavy latex gloves in your bag??? Why do you have a bag of rags???”
“You see, I was inspecting the flight control surfaces of an airplane at the Iberia hangar, and the gloves let you feel the slightest indentations that can be delaminations; the rags are to wipe away the monster pigeon turds…”
It was over, and “you’re free to go…”
Why was this done?” I asked.
“We can’t tell you…”
Fine, no problema, I’ll be in my seat and sauced within the hour…”
As I am walking down the second jetway,
“Wait, my boss wants your checked luggage searched…”
“I am going to miss my plane,” I said.
“No you won’t.”
I said to myself, if they have to unload the container, and search for the bag, the airplane will take a delay, but I’ll be on it…
It just so happens that my checked luggage was coming up the stairs to the jet way platform.
I pull out the key to the lock and they searched my bag right there…
At this time it was 11:10 Local and it was time to go. So the gate agent starts to close the door…
Now I was getting pissed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you an another flight…” said the AA gate agent.
The door was closed and they pushed back and I said to the head Richard, “ I hope you are content with yourselves now, as you got what you set out to do.”
“What’s that?” the cop asked.
“You detained me long enough to miss my flight.” I said
“Do you think we wanted this?
“Yes, I do. I saw you guys at the gate at least 30 minutes before they called the flight to board. You could have called my name when you got there, and this could have all been reserved, but I guess there is no common sense in this country”
Well, nothing I could do, but take a seat on the AA37 to DFW and a connection to MIA.
So instead of 12A on AA69 MAD-MIA, I got 6J on a 763 MAD-DFW. This seat doesn’t have a window, as this is where the ducting is routed into the forward cabin, so it was noisy.
The flight was long, about 10.8, the IFE was so-so. They had DVD type players that had a decent selection of categories of media (TV, movies, music, news) I watched Gran Torino, Defiance, Iron Man, and started watching Benjamin Button. They give you Bose headphones that kept on cutting out, so I reverted to my NC headphones.
The flight attendants were a great bunch, they kept the wine topped-off, the water glass topped off, and brought a large cheese plate while I was watching one of the movies.
Got into DFW a tad late, the weather was bumpy, but after landing we took the grand tour while taxiing to our gate.
Got out and went through immigration, customs and had to place my wine purchases in the checked luggage as I couldn’t go thru security with liquids (Another reason to be pissed at the events at MAD). Took the train to Concourse A, made my flight in time AA2596 DFW-MIA out of A-14.
Seat 3F, bulkhead (I hate bulkheads)
The weather was better than the arrival weather, but I got a glass of red wine, read a book and listened to my iPod.
The food was so-so, cheese tortellini, Caesar salad, and some un-identifiable desert…
Made MIA on time, even though we dodged thunder bumpers on the decent and were vectored SW of MIA. We landed on RWY 09, and had to wait 5 minutes for our gate to open up. D-51 is the last gate in D concourse, so take the infantry stomp thorough the concourse, down to baggage claim.
Can anyone guess what was next?
No luggage, it didn’t make the flight from DFW to MIA. Maybe it not having a bar-coded tag was part of it, but after waiting for 45 minutes before going to the baggage services counter to fill out the paper work.
To top it off, there was road work on the expressway, so it was bumper to bumper until I got off and another exit and drove home. Got in at 23:30, where my wife and son were waiting to greet me…
I hope nobody goes through this type of an episode…
And let's get one thing straight. There's a big difference between a pilot and an aviator. One is a technician; the other is an artist in love with flight. — E. B. Jeppesen