May 26th, 2005

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Dept of Knowing You Spend Too Much Time in Airports

Heading down the concourse from my tasty lunch at Good Dog/Bad Dog (mmm...Chairman of the Board) to my gate at C1, I passed a woman on the slidewalk who I've sat next to on the PDX-DFW flight (or its return leg) enough times that we both know where we work, what our general schedules are, and what each of us does for a living.

It's a leetle, teeny, tiny world, and I'm pretty sure if we shook it real hard snow would fall all over everything.
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Airline follies

The last three times I've flown Alaska Airlines, the flights have been delayed by, respectively, a brake problem on the aircraft, a wet rug in the galley and a balky computer system at the gate. Today's winner is an unspecified odor inside the cabin.

Sigh.

I had to miss the Child's dance recital at school for the privilege of sitting around the airport and waiting on an odor.
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