That next time at the airport...
That next time at the airport...
Yes, you know the one. Seems like we all get this kind of travel experience. Almost inevitable...
You’ve arrived the extra time advised by the airport/airline. That 3 hours for the fifty minute flight. The one where you’ve been circling the long term or economy parking lot looking for the closest space to the airport. The one where that last minute change to your flight means another long line for the ticket counter. And now, the one where you only have 20 minutes before they start boarding your flight. The one where the folks at the TSA have only one line open and the cheerleader drill flag team (all 47 of them including moms) has to have every last one of their carry on items hand inspected. The one where those same cheerleader drill flag team is on your flight. The one where your seat is in the middle of a gaggle of the rampaging, giggling teen hormones. The one where the ground crew has last minute adjustment to complete before they can push back the plane from the gate. The one where the captain informs you that you’re flight is 5th in line for take-off. The one where your in-flight meal is a can of past it’s freshness dated Diet Pepsi and an extremely stale bag of mixed nuts from the Carter administration that may have may a journey on Skylab. The one where you find out that the person sitting next to you paid almost nothing for their flight.
Just remember... your on vacation! Have an extra drink.
Tide Me Over
Saturday, February 3, 2007