Where´s my ticket should be the title of this one.
The Lan Chile crew was runnng behind getting our baggage. They rushed us through. It wasn´t until I got back to Santiago that I realized I never had gotten my around the world ticket back. No biggy! I got another one printed, but it was scary for amoment. I´d never be able to get home.
I manage to squander a coupe thousand Chilean pesos; not enough for anything real interesting leaing me with some coins. I asked around for where the donation box ws. None of the Lan emplouees knew what I was talking about. (Every country, excet the USA, that I flew out of, has a colletion box for poor people. Many of us wind up with change we really don´t need in foreign coins. A woman overheard my question but asked me again what I wanted. She spoke authoritavely enough that I thought she worked for the airline. Sh ointed in a general direction and said, “if you oun´t see one here, just leave it on he sink in the bathroom, that´ll be good enough.” I did leave the coins in the bathroom. She spotted me in line and called out to find out if I was satisfied. I told her I was disappointed that Chile wasn´t taking care of its poor people, whereas all other countries did at least this.
People around her wanted to know why she was upset. She evidently explained it to them. As I was about to disappear into the gangway, she yelled out, “Senor, senor, there it is,” pointing to a box. I´m glad I helped her feel better about being Chilean. Another act of random kindness.
The frantic taxo rode tp ,u B&B took an hour through 6pm Buesnos Aires traffic.
