How much does Porter Airlines rock? I was scheduled to fly from Ottawa to Toronto today at 2:30pm. Yesterday, at 2pm, Porter calls me up to say that a big snowstorm is about to hit Toronto, and they’d like to offer me the option of flying out that very night, with no change penalties attached.
I jumped at it. I ran home, packed as quickly as I could, then dragged my enormous bag (all with a bulging 4th lumbar disc, mind you) 20 minutes through the snow to the Lord Elgin Hotel, where I awaited the airport shuttle.
Now, you must understand that Ottawa is gripped with a transit strike, on top of a crap load of unexpected snow. So the streets are packed with atypical drivers and taxis are nowhere to be seen. Miraculously, an airport limo drives by and asks me if I’d like a ride. (These limos usually cannot pick up fares; they only deliver from the airport). I jumped at it.
Miraculously, in what is usually a 20 minute drive, we made it to the airport in just over an hour. The airport shuttle was nowhere to be seen, mind you. (I was later told that it is running three hours late.) I rushed to the Porter check out counter with two hours to spare before my 7pm flight…. and those lovely Porter people told me that if I wanted to leave for Toronto right away they would waive the change fee yet again!
So within three hours of getting that emergency phone call from Porter, they had me snug and safe in Toronto. Right now, the predicted snowstorm rages outside my window, and I’m sure the airports are shut down for the day. Hats off to you, Porter!
One of the side effects of living in Ottawa, land of much cold and crappy public transit, is that now that I’m in Toronto, I don’t think twice about trudging through a blizzard to take the subway downtown. My parents are horrified that I would venture forth in this weather, but they clearly do not appreciate the relative luxury of an underground subway system!
In Other News…
Darth Vadum sends us the following corporate logos, altered to reflect today’s changing economic climate:
Next, here’s a fun game for the whole family! See if you can hit George W. Bush with a shoe!
Lastly, as reproduced from my Facebook note, here’s some sad news (it’s an Internet meme, so don’t be congratulating me on my cleverness… though I am pretty clever):
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Off to the weekend!