PDX-asperating

Just got off a plane at Portland's money-pit airport, and discovered that there are zero signs in the terminal directing arriving passengers to ride share pickup points. There are also zero signs on the walkways outside the terminal pointing arriving passengers to ride share pickup points. Oh, there are lots of signs, but none of them say ride share or any similar phrase.

Have you ever been in an airport so unhelpful? I haven't.

We had to chase down a Port of Portland employee in a yellow vest and ask him where the ride share was. He was a surly young dude who could barely be bothered with our question; his job was to hassle people who didn't keep their car in gear in the passenger pickup zone. He was quite good with the hassling, not so keen on the helping. A real piece of work.

As it turns out, the only signs directing folks to the ride share pickup points are at the points themselves, which are now in the garage building across the two busy streets from the terminal. But you're on your own finding them. What a welcome.

All the way home our driver regaled us with stories of the latest violent carjacking episodes in Portland.

For four decades it used to be a pleasure to get home to the Rose City. How quickly it has turned into something quite different.

Meanwhile, the platinum-plating of the airport rolls on. They haven't even finished the current boondoggle and already they're talking about redoing the whole thing. Such a colossal waste.