I’m back
Everybody’s home and safe, including the Goths. I will thank $DEITY that what happened on the way here happened on the way here rather than on the way out, because this time we didn’t have four suitcases to worry about.
No, no, nothing out of the ordinary, just plain old ordinary air-travel hassles. We schlepped through a lengthy security line and hit our gate twenty minutes before boarding. Thirty minutes passed, and no boarding. Uh-oh.
“Diverted to Dulles,” we were told, which given what happened on the way out occasioned much eye-rolling on my part.
So we waited another half-hour, and then heard “grounded for maintenance; please come to the gate agent for rebooking.” Oh, joy unbounded.
Being the sneaky soul I am, I got us rebooked on a flight to Milwaukee that was just about to board—as in, we walked two gates over and I didn’t even put my bag down before we hopped on the plane. Caught the Badger Bus from Milwaukee, no problem, and had a leisurely dinner on State Street before the flight to Madison we might possibly have made was scheduled to start its descent.
And, wouldn’t you know it, some yahoo on this flight broke the 30-minute butts-in-seats rule. I’m a nervous enough flier as it is; I do not like hearing a sudden shout from the flight attendant through the speakers. But again, we didn’t get shunted to Dulles.
IF YOU ARE FLYING INTO OR OUT OF REAGAN WASHINGTON NATIONAL AIRPORT, YOUR BUTT NEEDS TO STAY IN ITS SEAT THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE ARRIVAL THEREAT OR AFTER DEPARTURE THEREFROM. It’s really that simple, y’all. Don’t be a big jerk. Your fellow passengers thank you.
Oh, and we got word that the apartment application was approved, so we have a place to live, yay.