Another reason to hate airports

I have not posted for a couple of days, due to travelling and having an extremely busy schedule. Thursday I left for LA( my soon home to be). Again i almost miss my flight, I really have to learn to pack the night before instead of coming home and throwing whatever clothes I have from my laundry hamper into a bag. Luckily I made it to the airport this time with 5 minutes to spare. My flight to Vegas was pretty uneventful, no crashes or such. On my layover in Vegas I decided to freshen up, gotta look my best for the LA women you know. In the bathroom I spot an old guy in a wheelchair having some problems moving, I ask him "do you need any assistance" He readily accepts my help of pushing him into the handicapped stall. After brushing my teeth and making sure that my hair is just right, I check on the old guy to see if everything is ok. He replies "he is going to need help in pulling his pants on." Damn, I dont mind pushing the guy, but helping him get dress after he just took a dump, man I am earning my boy scout ribbons today. I take a deep breath from outside of the stall and go in, after helping him get his pants on I start to wheel him out to his attendant. Once we reach his attendant, the old man reaches into his wallet and tries to tip me. Now this is my rant for the day, I dont know whether to be insulted or gracious. I have a problem with somebody trying to tip another person for doing a kind deed, I mean what has this world come to. I refuse his money, and tell him have a safe flight.
Upon arriving at LAX I walk outside to seem my shuttle bus pass me, I start chasing the damn bus and running through the airport like Jerry Mcguire, just once I would like to not have to run at an airport. Now I am sure this asshole saw me, because damn near everybody and their mother saw me chasing this asshole, but he would not stop and i had to wait for the next one.
Later on that night my cousin and i decided to check out this Martini bar called Lola's. We arrive their at a relatively early hour, we approach the bouncer, and this moron asks"Are you on the list?", no asshole I am not on the list, and neither is anybody else in there. There is no damn list, there was no cover, no special event, you just want to make you little hole in the wall bar seem pretentious. It was funny, I tell the guy no, and he still lets us in, just goes to show you what people in LA will do to make their clubs look cool, DUMBASSES.