When my mom and grandmother (Goat) were flying out of Orlando to Phoenix about 17 years ago, they pulled up to the departs parking area, and my grandmother, who always overpacks could not carry her bags. She saw a black fellow and started shouting really loud "Porter?...Poooorrrterrrr?" When he did not respond and kept walking with his back to her she starts after him shouting "porter" for about 150 yards. My mom was just sitting there utterly shocked and embarassed. Finally, after dodging her for as long as he could, and with onlookers staring from all her ruckus, the guy turns toward Goat, and first she said, holding a dollar bill, "WOuld you mind getting my bags?" And he looked at her real stern-like and said, "Ma'am, I'm a pilot, not a porter." Mom grabbed her luggage and made a bee line thru the doors.
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