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Stuck in the airport….(again)

June 12, 2010 6 comments

Yup. I got up at the butt crack of dawn this morning to catch my flight from Cincinnati to Omaha with a connection at O’Hare Airport in Chicago. Of course, I get out of Cincinnati just fine & then get stranded in my connecting city…Unfortunately, this time I don’t think such a glorious ending awaits me.

On the bright side of things, I set both my phone alarm clock & regular alarm clock for the exact same time this morning (4:45 am!). I was pleasantly surprised to find out that my phone alarm tone is a minor 3rd of my regular alarm clock. I feel like a major 3rd would have been a happier tone to wake up to, but I’ll have to live with it.

I hate that airports charge for wifi.

I saw some pics of the oil spill yesterday. They were really sad. On the bright side of things, I just saw an interview with a shrimper in Louisiana who couldn’t operate his shrimp boat due to the oil, and he made a good point: Don’t boycott BP because they need to make money to spend money, and it would be a disaster if the government took over the cleanup. Then again, BP has been fined repeatedly for safety violations, and they treated those fines as merely a cost of doing business. How big of a mess is this whole situation? Literally & figuratively.

Welp, the flight’s been delayed again. This weather doesn’t look too good for flying

I might indulge in the morning airport beer…

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Glory Awaits

February 11, 2010 1 comment

There I was, on the plane, banging away on my keyboard with a witty little paragraph or two about how the couple next to me spent the entire flight sucking face. What seemed to be the subject of the moment was quickly overshadowed by the fact that when the plane landed in Dallas, I instantly realized that my connecting flight to San Diego was about to leave. Except it wasn’t.

So now, here I am, banging away on my keyboard with a not-so-witty recant of the day’s events. I’m sitting on the floor in a long halway between baggage claims. All flights to San Diego from Dallas have been canceled, and the next available flight for me would be leaving Saturday morning. Um, no.

While most people would accept their fate or try to find alternative flights to get to their ultimate destination, I have decided that when glory presents itself, it demands a proper response. Glory, my friends, is a mere 4-5 hours in the future. This Glory comes in the form of a minivan, filled with desperate East Coast travelers who share the same ultimate goal as myself. One of those travelers happens to be SteveD. You already knew that because I posted something about it last night.

Here’s a few pics of me & my surroundings. I would describe this setting as warm, homely, and not awkward at all when the airport security people walk past me.