Remind me never to fly American Airlines again. No matter what. Even if I end up going to Hell, I would prefer to go on Southwest. Southwest is my dream airline, but I did not want to go into Dulles on this trip, so I booked my flight through American. Bad move. Even Consumer Reports says American is not worth the trouble. But, you live and learn. I got up this morning and had another leisurely breakfast, got packed and headed to the airport with plenty of time to spare. No, really, HOURS or time to spare. But, I am not one to do things at the last minute, so I am okay with that. I am usually the first person to arrive and the first to leave. I really like technology, but if I am going to do all the work, I think I should get a discount. Like if I have to swipe my own credit card at Wal-Mart, I think I should get a ten percent discount. Whatever...
I checked in on-line and when I got to the airport, I checked bags (which costs A LOT). AND, because I checked bags it meant that NO ONE ELSE checked bags, and I had to deal with their inconveniences because of it. If I pay extra NOT to carry all my crap from terminal to terminal and crash into people already seated, I should be rewarded. I'm thinking a first class upgrade or something. Whatever...
I got that part done, and then got ready to go through security. Why is it I did not see the hole in my sock until I was walking (shoeless) through the airport having all my worthwhile possessions in a triptych of Tupperware like tubs? It is hard to concentrate of watching your wallet and jewelry go through a cavernous conveyance when all you can really concentrate on is your little toe sticking through your otherwise pristine dotted-Swiss hosiery. This is the time that ADD really kicks in and you go from one thing to another with no really easy transitions. BUT, I survived with most of my sense of pride in tact. If I was really that worried about it, I doubt that I would be broadcasting it on this journal for MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of people to read.
Washington-Reagan is not really that interesting of an airport, but I did have another Obama sighting that I thought worthy of documentation. When I first spotted these, there were lots of them, when I went back (after having scoped out the other gift shops in my concourse) there were only a few left. I bought four to give out as souvenirs at the office (I am keeping one) and another guy in front of me had two. I think they are great, it was inevitable! Obama-Bobbles!
There was something else I witnessed at the airport, and that was two different sets of honor guards during my stay. I had no idea what they were doing the first time around, but I asked one of the guys the second time. They meet the planes that contain the families of slain service members and either escort them to their next gate or to the baggage area or wherever they need to go. A sad commentary on the times we are living in.My plane finally left on time for Dallas, but when I got to Dallas, my flight was delayed an hour. Jody was picking me up at the airport, and we finally made it home at almost 10 o'clock. That is REALLY LATE for both of us to be out at night, we are usually in bed by that time. All was well when we got home, and I am not even going to unpack my suitcases. That can wait.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, HONORING OUR SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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