My new hobby - missing flights
Fantastic golf trip with brother in Arizona with the usual cast of suspects. Even managed to shoot 79 on the last round at We-Ko-Pa in a 25 mph wind, the seventh round of golf in four days.
Dropped everyone off at the airport, then raced to drop off the rental car. Check-in line at SouthWest airlines in Phoenix was a nightmare. Security line was like standing at the back of a crowd of hungry zombies all trying to jam into one security line. Have never seen so many people packed into security. TSA guy finally came over and told people if we wanted to hoof it to the next terminal that we could go through much less crowded security there.
So I did. Much less crowded. Sprinted out of security with my belt slapping against my legs. Roared up to the gate after about a 400 yard sprint, gladdened beyond belief at seeing the plane still at the gate and the boarding dock still attached.
The grim-looking gate lady, though, informed me that she'd given my seat away two minutes earlier to a standby person. Looking for another flight but everything in the Bay Area is already four hours delayed.
Boy, what a feeling to stand at the window, watching your plane so close yet so far away. Then they retract the dock and push back and you're just another struggling traveler looking to find a way to get home as soon as you can. Fun.
Dropped everyone off at the airport, then raced to drop off the rental car. Check-in line at SouthWest airlines in Phoenix was a nightmare. Security line was like standing at the back of a crowd of hungry zombies all trying to jam into one security line. Have never seen so many people packed into security. TSA guy finally came over and told people if we wanted to hoof it to the next terminal that we could go through much less crowded security there.
So I did. Much less crowded. Sprinted out of security with my belt slapping against my legs. Roared up to the gate after about a 400 yard sprint, gladdened beyond belief at seeing the plane still at the gate and the boarding dock still attached.
The grim-looking gate lady, though, informed me that she'd given my seat away two minutes earlier to a standby person. Looking for another flight but everything in the Bay Area is already four hours delayed.
Boy, what a feeling to stand at the window, watching your plane so close yet so far away. Then they retract the dock and push back and you're just another struggling traveler looking to find a way to get home as soon as you can. Fun.
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