Air Travel Fun, Part 2
I'm back from another adventure, and like a dog going back to its own vomit I chose air travel as the primary means of getting there. So, here's some of the highlights.
The fun began when I left home, got about a mile away and realized I forgot my cell phone, so had to turn around and get it. That in turn made me late enough that I missed the chance to check a package I was bringing with me, so I had to lug it on board myself and somehow jam it into the overhead bin.
Upon arrival to Minneapolis/St Paul, I checked the box through to my destination, and got onto my next flight. After transferring to my next flight at Detroit, all was well until the person assigned to the seat next to me sat down. Turned out to be a Texan. And he wouldn't shut up. I think he got the hint when I put on my headset.
When I got to my destination, I waited for the package I had checked through. It didn't. Two days later it finally did get delivered, battered but intact. The whole incident would not have bothered me, except that the method of delivery was via a rented plain white van. If that doesn't look susupicious pulling up to the driveway, what does??
The return trip wasn't too bad. At least the first leg of it. I had a three hour layover in Detroit, and amazingly enough the terminal to my connecting flight was less than 200 feet away. Fabulous. I sat down, had a beer and some lunch and watched a movie on my DVD player until it was time to board.
While waiting for the crew to get the plane ready, I got a good giggle watching the safety brief, mostly because I can recite it in my sleep and nobody pays attention to them anyway. My biggest concern was about the guy behind me, oblivious to the world because he was talking on his cell phone. Trying to make himself look important, he was still chatting away long after the pilot announced that the cabin door was closed and all electronic devices must be shut off. Excuse me, but I am not about to let this schmuck make me die in a firey crash because his business is more important than my safety!
Back at Minneapolis/St Paul, I got into the terminal and checked the kiosk to see where my next plane was. Gate 5, Terminal F. I was at Gate 20something, Terminal C. And had about 25 minutes before the flight was to be in the air. That was just dandy. I literally had to run through the airport like a cheetah on crack to make it to my connecting flight. Thankfully I got there as they were getting everyone on board.
During that flight, a lady in the row ahead of me spilled her piping hot coffee into the lap of the guy sitting next to her. The yell he let out could probably be heard in the cockpit, which is pretty incredible considering we were seated about 10 rows from the back of the plane. The guy wasn't too pleased, but I found it to be hilarious, mainly because I'm sick in the head like that.
After that, the flight went by without incident, not even much turbulence. One lesson I learned is the distance to your connecting gate at the airport is inversely proportional to the amount time you have to get there. Consider yourself informed. I found a great use for those airline safety briefs though... they make great fans to cool off with after nearly missing your flight!
The fun began when I left home, got about a mile away and realized I forgot my cell phone, so had to turn around and get it. That in turn made me late enough that I missed the chance to check a package I was bringing with me, so I had to lug it on board myself and somehow jam it into the overhead bin.
Upon arrival to Minneapolis/St Paul, I checked the box through to my destination, and got onto my next flight. After transferring to my next flight at Detroit, all was well until the person assigned to the seat next to me sat down. Turned out to be a Texan. And he wouldn't shut up. I think he got the hint when I put on my headset.
When I got to my destination, I waited for the package I had checked through. It didn't. Two days later it finally did get delivered, battered but intact. The whole incident would not have bothered me, except that the method of delivery was via a rented plain white van. If that doesn't look susupicious pulling up to the driveway, what does??
The return trip wasn't too bad. At least the first leg of it. I had a three hour layover in Detroit, and amazingly enough the terminal to my connecting flight was less than 200 feet away. Fabulous. I sat down, had a beer and some lunch and watched a movie on my DVD player until it was time to board.
While waiting for the crew to get the plane ready, I got a good giggle watching the safety brief, mostly because I can recite it in my sleep and nobody pays attention to them anyway. My biggest concern was about the guy behind me, oblivious to the world because he was talking on his cell phone. Trying to make himself look important, he was still chatting away long after the pilot announced that the cabin door was closed and all electronic devices must be shut off. Excuse me, but I am not about to let this schmuck make me die in a firey crash because his business is more important than my safety!
Back at Minneapolis/St Paul, I got into the terminal and checked the kiosk to see where my next plane was. Gate 5, Terminal F. I was at Gate 20something, Terminal C. And had about 25 minutes before the flight was to be in the air. That was just dandy. I literally had to run through the airport like a cheetah on crack to make it to my connecting flight. Thankfully I got there as they were getting everyone on board.
During that flight, a lady in the row ahead of me spilled her piping hot coffee into the lap of the guy sitting next to her. The yell he let out could probably be heard in the cockpit, which is pretty incredible considering we were seated about 10 rows from the back of the plane. The guy wasn't too pleased, but I found it to be hilarious, mainly because I'm sick in the head like that.
After that, the flight went by without incident, not even much turbulence. One lesson I learned is the distance to your connecting gate at the airport is inversely proportional to the amount time you have to get there. Consider yourself informed. I found a great use for those airline safety briefs though... they make great fans to cool off with after nearly missing your flight!
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