There is nothing about that sentence that doesn't make me want to cry.
Left Padre at four to get to Harlingen by five to depart at 6 arrival in Houston at 7 with departure from Houston at 9 and arrival in Austin at 9:45 and work by 10:15. You wonder about punctuation; the first two people to talk to me today actually got that sentence without breathing or spaces between words.
The really pathetic thing is when even security looks at you like they want to tenderly walk you through the entire security procedure because your blank stare of "I just left the breathtaking beauty of the gulf for the sake of my cubicle" gives the impression you just might burst into hysterical tears and while normally that might be suspicious, it's fucking five in the morning and they were not feeling the whee advanced security even if it took you three tries to work out they were just trying to give you back your ID.
I mean, I forgot to take off my shoes, okay. That does not happen. I take off my shoes before entering the airport these days; I have actually avoided the entire shoe question by leaving home with my shoes in my bag and not putting them on again until I reach the hotel at my destination (I have actually responded to comments on the subject by saying I come from a simple shoeless people in rural Texas; weirdly, they seem to accept this fairly well). But I did remember to unbag my laptop, give it its own bin, and cuddle it as soon as it was done being detected because shoes whatever, laptop, my soul.
I will admit if they said they needed to question me, I'm pretty sure at this moment I'd still be trying to parse their first question into a meaningful sentence.
The thing is--oh irony--I like ridiculously early flights. No matter what time a flight departs, the night before is Panic Central--I don't sleep well, I wake up a hundred times, and there was a period of time my nightmares included being forever trapped in Memphis waiting for a connecting flight that never came. Being me, it took me a few years, but I realized the earlier the flight, less opportunity for an Elvis song to come on the radio and cause twitching. I can't even really justify the panic either; I've had a couple of close calls, but they were pretty much all still boarding group one (exception: my flight to LA last month was a movie montage of Desperate Person Running Past Befuddled Travelers With Bag Dragged Behind Her and Laptop at Side To Other Side of Airport for Flight Where Everyone Was Boarded; no lie, I heard music. Then I found out that this flight was not what I would call full and everyone was boarded because it didn't take all that long; I also lost my ticket on the way, but the very nice lady obeyed the laws of happy endings and simply looked me up and waved me in).
(For the record, somewhere my high school track coach just smiled; I'm pretty sure I beat my personal best at the 400 and I did it with a laptop, a bag, and barefoot. I am from a simple, shoesless people in rural Texas who also like to run with laptops.)
Okay, so I have now officially have airline thoughts.
1.) Northwestern; they were my first, so they get a special place in my heart. They also trapped me in Detroit for three hours with a grouchy Child below the age of ten at nine in the morning and then, once, in Memphis for four when I was actively feverish after VVC and very likely hallucinating.
2.) Delta exists; I do not remember noticing much other than there was air, then there was not.
3.) American Airlines has electronic boarding passes.
4.) Frontier smells deliciously new car-like, has personal televisions and free headphones that you don't have to give back, and on each leg offers you warm cookies. No, really. LA to Denver = warm cookie. Denver to Austin = warm cookie. Chocolate chip. Seats did not make me feel squished. Has nifty animals painted on their tails.
5.) Southwest has the fastest bar none loading and unloading passengers I have ever seen because they Lord of the Flies the seating arrangements. Seats very much did not feel squished.
The latter two have no concept of 'First Class' but a pay for perks thing (Frontier has Extra Legroom Seats for a not unreasonable fee, for example). After Frontier and Southwest, I'm kind of not wanting to go back to AA even if they have electronic boarding passes; call me crazy, but I kind of like not having to shuffle through the first class cabin feeling my tax bracket inferiority as reflected by comfortable looking seats and a lot of legroom.
I could be wrong that the seats felt larger and more comfortable in the latter two airlines, the flight attendants seemed much more engaging and interesting (one had a jaunty looking handkerchief around her neck; i felt this should start a fashion revolution in the fall during the entirety of my flight), the air seemed fresher and the other passengers more exuberant, the crying babies stopped crying for wonder at the flight, and even their crying wasn't annoying.
It's weird how feeling like you are a valued customer despite your tax bracket can make everything seem better. (Also, cookies. Warm cookies.)
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