I love, love, love the cheap-ass seatbelt campaign commercial, with the guy complaining that he got a $65 ticket. "Man, I gotta work all day to make sixty-five bucks," he says. What? Yeah, that's a lot of tacos, dude. You're what, thirty years old? Get a real job!
Locke's sitting all by himself at the airport, waiting to board. An attendant comes over and apologizes, saying that they don't know where the special wheelchair is that they use to load disabled passengers. Huge airport like this only has one of those, I'm so sure. Nice half-assed attempt to make Locke "almost" miss the flight like everybody else, guys. "There's not another flight until tomorrow," says Locke (which may explain why Hurley was so keen to get on, but I still say he could have come up with something when he has $160 million at his disposal). And fortunately there's a burly flight attendant who suggests Locke suffer the indignity of being carried on. They do so, and she tells him if he needs anything, to press the call button. He says okay, but it's clear this is killing him. I love Terry O'Quinn. He reaches for a pamphlet in the seat pouch in front of him, and it slips out of his fingers onto the floor, out of his grasp. Frustrated, he leans back in his seat.