Boston: 
I wish I had more time to explore Boston We arrived in the evening and my fellow Flight attendant and I made our way from the shuttle to the subway and found ourselves in the north end. It was amazing to see steam billowing out of a man hole just like in the movies. We ate at cheers of course and then proceeded to explore he outsides of many beautiful but unfortunately closed buildings. Before making our way back to the old historic court house building to catch the next train we both agreed a bathroom break was in order. Unfortunately, we were a ways away from the Cheers (the only open building we saw for a few blocks). The golden arches were actually quite a relieving sight. We asked for the restroom location and were directed upstairs where we arrived at two locked doors. Apparently you had to insert a quarter to open it. WHAT!! I have to say that’s a new one. After waiting five minutes or so hopping someone would come out or come by, we had to move on because neither of us had any cash on us of course.
Finally, after a 5 minute walk and a 10 minuet train ride we made our way back to the station (now 20 minutes into the potty dance). It was approximately 10:00 pm when we called the hotel to request a shuttle. The front desk attendant promptly stated that it would arrive in 15 minutes. Well as you can imagine there are no restrooms in the station or anywhere around there and as I’m sure you can also imagine, based on the overall tone of this story, the shuttle did not arrive in 15 minutes. After 25 minutes came and went we decided to call again. This is the conversation that followed. Front Desk Lady: “They were just there 5 minutes ago” Me: “ahhhh….excuse me there’s no way, we have been standing outside waiting for 25 minutes now” Front Desk Lady: “trust me they we just at the airport 5 minutes ago” Me: “WHAT I told you we were at the train station!” Front Desk Lady: “oh ummm…that’s what I meant…yeah ummmm…they will be there in 15 minutes” Me: “(the dead silence of shock and disappointment) Um you had better hope so”. So after another 15 minutes of pacing and calling everyone I knew to distract me, you guessed it, still no shuttle (now a full hour into the potty dance). I called the front desk one more time and this time with a vengeance. After explaining the whole situation to the lady, the time we’ve been waiting and our desperate need to use the bathroom, she assured me they would be there were on their way and would be there in the next 10 minutes. My last response before I abruptly hung up on the woman was that if there were not there in the 10 we were going to find a cab to take us back and they could pay for the bill. When you get into extreme situations like this you discover a whole other side of yourself. Well you better believe that shuttle was there in 10 minutes, and 10 minutes exactly (now and hour and 10min into the potty dance). Our beacon of hope had arrived! Two people got in with us and we were shocked. We told them all about our experience and slipped in a few sharp questions to the driver like, “um yeah WTF dude” It didn’t even matter at this point that the people in there with us had just arrived, called, and they said they sent a shuttle right out for them, we were on our way back. Well if you think the story end there you are sorely mistaken. What should have taken 15 minutes to get to the hotel took over 35 minutes. The guys in the front that had hitched a ride with us were harassing our driver. Apparently a road was down and had been for a month our two (or so these other patrons said) and our driver got on and off the same highway 4 times instead of taking the detour! At this point Mike, as we will call him, and I were rocking backwards and forwards and making audible groans. When we got to the hotel (1 hour and 45minuets into the potty dance) it must have been a sight to see. Mike and I bolted for the door, ran to the elevator, and rode it in complete silence just waiting for the door to open to the 6th floor. It was the longest elevator ride of my life. I now have to add “being at the whim of public transportation” to the long list of flight attendant complications. Phew, that was an exhausting story to retell. My bladder hurts just thinking about it.
I wish I had more time to explore Boston We arrived in the evening and my fellow Flight attendant and I made our way from the shuttle to the subway and found ourselves in the north end. It was amazing to see steam billowing out of a man hole just like in the movies. We ate at cheers of course and then proceeded to explore he outsides of many beautiful but unfortunately closed buildings. Before making our way back to the old historic court house building to catch the next train we both agreed a bathroom break was in order. Unfortunately, we were a ways away from the Cheers (the only open building we saw for a few blocks). The golden arches were actually quite a relieving sight. We asked for the restroom location and were directed upstairs where we arrived at two locked doors. Apparently you had to insert a quarter to open it. WHAT!! I have to say that’s a new one. After waiting five minutes or so hopping someone would come out or come by, we had to move on because neither of us had any cash on us of course.
Finally, after a 5 minute walk and a 10 minuet train ride we made our way back to the station (now 20 minutes into the potty dance). It was approximately 10:00 pm when we called the hotel to request a shuttle. The front desk attendant promptly stated that it would arrive in 15 minutes. Well as you can imagine there are no restrooms in the station or anywhere around there and as I’m sure you can also imagine, based on the overall tone of this story, the shuttle did not arrive in 15 minutes. After 25 minutes came and went we decided to call again. This is the conversation that followed. Front Desk Lady: “They were just there 5 minutes ago” Me: “ahhhh….excuse me there’s no way, we have been standing outside waiting for 25 minutes now” Front Desk Lady: “trust me they we just at the airport 5 minutes ago” Me: “WHAT I told you we were at the train station!” Front Desk Lady: “oh ummm…that’s what I meant…yeah ummmm…they will be there in 15 minutes” Me: “(the dead silence of shock and disappointment) Um you had better hope so”. So after another 15 minutes of pacing and calling everyone I knew to distract me, you guessed it, still no shuttle (now a full hour into the potty dance). I called the front desk one more time and this time with a vengeance. After explaining the whole situation to the lady, the time we’ve been waiting and our desperate need to use the bathroom, she assured me they would be there were on their way and would be there in the next 10 minutes. My last response before I abruptly hung up on the woman was that if there were not there in the 10 we were going to find a cab to take us back and they could pay for the bill. When you get into extreme situations like this you discover a whole other side of yourself. Well you better believe that shuttle was there in 10 minutes, and 10 minutes exactly (now and hour and 10min into the potty dance). Our beacon of hope had arrived! Two people got in with us and we were shocked. We told them all about our experience and slipped in a few sharp questions to the driver like, “um yeah WTF dude” It didn’t even matter at this point that the people in there with us had just arrived, called, and they said they sent a shuttle right out for them, we were on our way back. Well if you think the story end there you are sorely mistaken. What should have taken 15 minutes to get to the hotel took over 35 minutes. The guys in the front that had hitched a ride with us were harassing our driver. Apparently a road was down and had been for a month our two (or so these other patrons said) and our driver got on and off the same highway 4 times instead of taking the detour! At this point Mike, as we will call him, and I were rocking backwards and forwards and making audible groans. When we got to the hotel (1 hour and 45minuets into the potty dance) it must have been a sight to see. Mike and I bolted for the door, ran to the elevator, and rode it in complete silence just waiting for the door to open to the 6th floor. It was the longest elevator ride of my life. I now have to add “being at the whim of public transportation” to the long list of flight attendant complications. Phew, that was an exhausting story to retell. My bladder hurts just thinking about it.
