  I'm not a big fan of airports. Stuffy, loud, obnoxious, and most of all crowded. On any given week I'm hauling around 95-100 pounds of equipment and clothes broken down like this; 25 lbs for my camera/brief case hanging off my left side, draped around my right shoulder. 30 lbs of lighting equipment in a long hard case (about 3 1/2-4ft) that hangs off my right side, draped across my left shoulder.
Then the suitcase, weighing in on average 45-50 lbs, that I carry behind me alternating between my left and right hands, since the arms get weak VERY quickly with everything resting on the shoulders. Now, try doing this without the use of the right arm or shoulder. This was not an easy feat. My camera case I cannot put over my right shoulder because it hurts like shit. The light-kit I cannot put over my left shoulder because it bangs into my elbow in the sling. I had thought that a sky-cap would see my struggling and offer a hand, they didn't.
I had hoped that a good Samaritan would come up and carry ANYTHING for me, but none came. Lefty was stuck fending for himself in the desolate world of BWI. I looked everywhere for a luggage cart but they were all out- this has been the first time that I have seen ALL of them sold out. Figures it would be today- when I need one. After some clever duck-taping work, I thanked the construction crews that had obliged my request for said tape and I ventured off to the shuttle bus to the rental car facility. I stood there at the doors to the bus, the driver looking at me and I him. He was giving me that 'can I help you? ' look, and I was giving him that 'my arm is in a sling you fat bastard so get out of your seat and get my shit on your bus' look.
Eventually he picked up on it and put my luggage on the bus. The shuttle bus sucks, the people smell, there's no AC and these drivers think they are Mario Andredi on coke. We reached the rental facility, another person, complete stranger, was kind enough to help me with my bags, I thanked them very much, explained how hard it had been to find any help.
He nodded, said it was nothing and went on his way, as did I. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that I would have to fight with Dollar to get my rental car. To them, somehow having my arm in a sling makes me ineligible to drive a car. Like I NEED two hands to drive- most of the time I drive with my knees anyway so if I loose a leg, then they can worry.
I fought with them for 40 minutes, talking to managers, regional managers, facility managers, ass managers and even a midget. No, there really wasn't a midget, but it fit so well there. Finally, after ranting something about the Equal Opportunity Act, and Rights of Disabled people (and surprisingly sounding like I knew what I was talking about) they caved in and gave me my car- a Chrysler Sebring, an allright car if you're a hunchback or under 5 feet tall.
For a guy in a sling, it's not easy to get in or out of. But I'd fought enough pointless battles for the day, I just wanted to get to my hotel take some meds and call it a day. Living without this arm has been an interesting experience. I can't smoke and drive at the same time. I can take an isle seat on the plane without complaining. I can't scratch the right side of my face on impulse. I can get clients to carry my shit for me. I can't put things in any of my right pockets. I can look at the world and smile knowing I've lived like this once, and hopefully only once. 
