Web Directions North: Pre-Conference

Day Zero, February 6, 2007

On Monday night, I checked into the Renaissance Vancouver Hotel Harbourside; they gave me a room on the 15th floor, one of the higher ones, but I was facing W. Hastings as opposed to the water (post-thought: from talking to a few others throughout the conference, I’m thinking that because we were paying the conference rate, none of us (if any) had the better view).

Retired to bed pretty early that night, partially because I didn’t want to finish up on work work, and because I had no access to the Internet – even the open ones had weak or no connection from the 15th floor. The beds were soft, but I was able to fall asleep without any problems.

Pre-Conference

The flight to Vancouver on WestJet (first time with them as it was an option) was an “okay” experience – leather seats feel more comfortable, but the width of them seem narrower. Thankfully, we had no one in the middle seat so I had more room to stretch out. I also had a chance to “practice” my lip-reading, as I was too cheap to pay $3 to buy a pair of airline quality headsets to watch satellite (expressVu) TV on a plane! The former-retired head of the crew had quite an interesting sense of humor: he first started off with congratulating one of the crew for passing the anger management course, and I am almost positive that he said they were serving, beer, spirits, wine, and eyeballs. Furthermore, he ended off the trip with a joke (which of course sounds better said by him than I) that went something along the lines of:

A hungry duck waddles into a bar and asks the bartender for some duck food.
The bartender looks at him in bewilderment and says no, we do not sell duck food; we are a bar.
So, the duck leaves.
The next day…(*Repeat the previous three sentences two times*)
The next day, the duck waddles into the same bar again and asks for some duck food.
The bartender starts to become very annoyed and says, no! we do not sell duck food; we are a bar! If you come back again asking for duck food, I will nail your webbed feet onto the ground and make duck soup out of you.
So, the duck leaves.
The next day, the duck returns to the bar and asks the bartender for some nails.
The bartender looks at him in bewilderment and says that no, he doesn’t have any nails.
The duck says, “Good, now do you have any duck food?”

groan.

5 Comments

  1. mich

    September 2, 2008 at 10:35 AM

    I had similar “groaning type” of jokes on my WestJet (also first time, back in Jan) flight too! I guess that’s all part of the WestJet experience… I wonder if these jokes are recycled. Haha. Maybe they’re in the training manual.

  2. b.p.

    September 2, 2008 at 10:35 AM

    Mich, was your crew member also an older man who told the jokes?

    L – yeah, if you don’t already have a set of earbuds or mp3 player headsets (which are fully compatible that I forgot to bring), then it’s $3

  3. mich

    September 2, 2008 at 10:35 AM

    Haha, nope. My crew member was a younger woman. I had a stop over in Calgary, and at the end of both flights, I got a joke (but told by different women, as the crew had changed).

  4. Danny

    September 2, 2008 at 10:35 AM

    If the seats are narrow for you, then would I even fit???

  5. b.p.

    September 2, 2008 at 10:35 AM

    i’m not sure…tho on the way back, i didn’t notice it too much; i had a window seat so it felt a little wider because there’s a gap between the seat and the window and i was able to lean against the window. theoretically though, you should have more room in the aisle seat.

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