Traveling Through

I'll admit...I often head to the airport wondering if something blogworthy is going to happen. A long blog = a long day.

Such was the case last Friday when I was in every airport on the eastern seaboard. Okay, okay - I exaggerate, but I did manage to buy a starbucks in five different airports, if that tells you anything. [Who is my travel agent again? oh that's right, it's the girl who can't remember to pack her power cord on a consistent basis.]

The day started at the unnatural hour of 4:30 a.m. at the Philly airport for my non-Southwest (!) flight. First, I didn't know that airports closed, did you? Arriving at the airport before it opens is REALLY demoralizing. Second, my watch said 1:30 a.m., traditionally considered the END of the day, and not the beginning of the day. Third, any boarding pass leaving from gate CXLD signals a really shitty morning. [When you ask the gate agents where gate CXLD is, they just look at you sadly on account of your bad luck coupled with your dim wittedness]. Not to worry though, the canceled flight was reinstated 15 minutes before [scheduled] takeoff. Little did I know I was boarding the Gitmo Express where my fellow passengers and I were going to be stranded for 75 minutes without so much as a cup of coffee ["Diet Coke.  I demand a Diet Coke"]

Who needed coffee, though, when the pilot came on the loudspeaker every time I started to doze off to declare that "I really don't know what's going on. [Boot up your laptop and find out?] But I am hoping we are going to have you out of here in the next 5 or 10 minutes". You know....I am not sure a clueless freaking pilot is on the pre-flight checklist, so I am guessing it's going to be a tad longer than a commercial break before we get going. And sure enough...the ground crew must have stayed up late watching the World Series because my 1 hr and 11 min flight took off 1 hr and 21 minutes before my connection in Charlotte.

Which meant I had PLENTY of time for that coffee in Charlotte.