Ha. Ha. And Ha.
Oct. 30th, 2009 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI should be somewhere over Bradford, Pennsylvania right about now, but instead I've been back in the warmth of home and hearth for more than two hours.
We left my friend's house a bit after 2 today after confirming that (a) her fence was under construction and more-or-less control, and (b) the Pod People wouldn't be delivering her stuff either on 10/30 (as she read it at first) or on 11/30 (as the first "confirming" email actually said) but tomorrow, when they'd said all along would be the day for it. So after one more visit to Sergeant Schultz's around the corner, we headed off in what was now, clearly, HER car and got to BWI Airport right around 3:30 for my 7-ish flight.
I'd hoped, and vaguely remembered, there to be an earlier departure. There was- leaving just over an hour from then. Check-in told me to give it a shot, so I removed my shoes and most of my remaining sanity and was at the gate for its scheduled 4:40 departure right around 4,....
just in time to learn that there was one, and only one, still-available seat on that overbooked flight with several confirmed rezzers yet to check in.
Eleanor called to check in. Tink called to check in after gettingmy HER car back home. I just bit nails and hoped I'd get on it, failing which I'd have two-plus lovely hours of peace, quiet and an airport-based fix for my new-found addiction to all manner of crabmeat.
At 4:39, the ten minute warning for Miss Hazlett and Ms. McPherson ran out and I was given thehighest room in the tallest tower final seat in the furthest row, with scant seconds to let Eleanor know I'd be there almost three hours earlier than planned.
Then the Southwest Airlines Comedy Hour began. Victor the flight attendant, clearly on administrative leave from Yuk Yuks, was going through the pre-flight boarding warnings. All personal items must be stowed in the overhead bins or completely under the seat in front of you. These include laptop computers, briefcases, backpacks, Kate Spades, Steve Maddens, Nine Wests, Liz Claibornes and any other designers whose purses cost you more than your cheap ticket for this flight.
Shortly before takeoff: We will be dimming the main cabin lights in preparation for takeoff, mainly in the hopes that it will cause you to fall asleep and not notice anything that goes wrong during the flight.
After the ding-dong bells went off several times after that one: Please note that the button with the image of the light bulb is used to turn on the personal lighting fixture directed at your seat. Pressing the button with the image of the flight attendant will NOT turn on the flight attendant, and you are asked to push that button once more if you already have to turn off the flight attendant call button.
And best of all, somewhere over, probably, Intercourse, Pennsylvania given that last remark: Since this flight has an official duration of less than one hour, and since there are only three of us and 137 of you, we will be implementing Southwest's new short flight beverage policy on this flight, which is to provide only one beverage, and three straws, for each row on either side of the aisle, so discuss among yourselves what you want before Amy, Jo or I come to take your drink order.
Barum bum.
The plane did some barum-bumming of its own on the runway, but we were home, and safe, and I was in my beloved's passing honkin' yellow truck a mere 15 minutes later, and home with my now-well child and some appreciative (and curious about a certain Lunatic) animals a few minutes after that.
Bed soon. Mine. Not that there was anything wrong with my sister's spare one from Wednesday or my friend's spare one from last night. Still. Home is home is good is love.
We left my friend's house a bit after 2 today after confirming that (a) her fence was under construction and more-or-less control, and (b) the Pod People wouldn't be delivering her stuff either on 10/30 (as she read it at first) or on 11/30 (as the first "confirming" email actually said) but tomorrow, when they'd said all along would be the day for it. So after one more visit to Sergeant Schultz's around the corner, we headed off in what was now, clearly, HER car and got to BWI Airport right around 3:30 for my 7-ish flight.
I'd hoped, and vaguely remembered, there to be an earlier departure. There was- leaving just over an hour from then. Check-in told me to give it a shot, so I removed my shoes and most of my remaining sanity and was at the gate for its scheduled 4:40 departure right around 4,....
just in time to learn that there was one, and only one, still-available seat on that overbooked flight with several confirmed rezzers yet to check in.
Eleanor called to check in. Tink called to check in after getting
At 4:39, the ten minute warning for Miss Hazlett and Ms. McPherson ran out and I was given the
Then the Southwest Airlines Comedy Hour began. Victor the flight attendant, clearly on administrative leave from Yuk Yuks, was going through the pre-flight boarding warnings. All personal items must be stowed in the overhead bins or completely under the seat in front of you. These include laptop computers, briefcases, backpacks, Kate Spades, Steve Maddens, Nine Wests, Liz Claibornes and any other designers whose purses cost you more than your cheap ticket for this flight.
Shortly before takeoff: We will be dimming the main cabin lights in preparation for takeoff, mainly in the hopes that it will cause you to fall asleep and not notice anything that goes wrong during the flight.
After the ding-dong bells went off several times after that one: Please note that the button with the image of the light bulb is used to turn on the personal lighting fixture directed at your seat. Pressing the button with the image of the flight attendant will NOT turn on the flight attendant, and you are asked to push that button once more if you already have to turn off the flight attendant call button.
And best of all, somewhere over, probably, Intercourse, Pennsylvania given that last remark: Since this flight has an official duration of less than one hour, and since there are only three of us and 137 of you, we will be implementing Southwest's new short flight beverage policy on this flight, which is to provide only one beverage, and three straws, for each row on either side of the aisle, so discuss among yourselves what you want before Amy, Jo or I come to take your drink order.
Barum bum.
The plane did some barum-bumming of its own on the runway, but we were home, and safe, and I was in my beloved's passing honkin' yellow truck a mere 15 minutes later, and home with my now-well child and some appreciative (and curious about a certain Lunatic) animals a few minutes after that.
Bed soon. Mine. Not that there was anything wrong with my sister's spare one from Wednesday or my friend's spare one from last night. Still. Home is home is good is love.