Day 1 - Lester B Pearson airport to St John's....maybe

to do list
1. write letter to Air Canada in two parts:
a) commending our check-in guy Bruno for allowing us to take our bikes on board for the original amount of $50 that was repeated to me over and over again on the phone when i booked our tickets in may, not the $157 they were going to charge us when we got to the airport.
b) complaining first about the dumb ass twit who did not properly convey baggage allowance and extra fees on the phone, even though i had her repeat the rules about 4 times and second, for booking a flight in advance but still being put on the standby list, with the risk of being denied boarding, because we chose not to pay the extra $20 to pre-select our seats.

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in a crappy airport bar, drowning our disbelief and frustration in too expensive beer, after the flight for which we had bought tickets 2 months prior, just took off with our luggage and our bikes, but without us:
"should i start composing my letter to Air Canada already?"

random quotes from bob as we try to amuse ourselves while having to wait 4 hrs until the next flight to st john's:

"i'm utterly surprised that security was the easiest part of that process, despite the fact that we're carrying a tent and a tripod"

"as much as i'd love to have bacon because i think bacon should be offered on everything in life...can you put bacon on the mouth of my beer?"

me: are you tired or something?
bob: why?
me: your eyes are all red.
bob: i'm allergic.
me: to what?
bob: canned air.

i should challenge this brilliant chick to a "things my boyfriend says" war.

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at 5 am, after flying executive class, in which bob and i both tried to drink the airline out of wine and beer (hey, they owe us at least that satisfaction), we finally made it to the island of newfoundland (guess what? it's foggy)...it must be happy hour already. somewhere.