Travel is such a joy in the United States these days. A couple of months ago I spent the better part of the morning booking a flight from the Bay Area to Washington DC, unable to believe that I could not get a more convenient itinerary. So here I am on three and a half hour layover in the Denver airport, en route to DC. I left home at 3:15 AM and will hopefully be at Tyson’s Corners by 7:30 tonight.
Once I get there, I expect to have something more exciting to report.
Scenes from an airport:
Walking up to gate B26. Rick, “Is this the gate for flight 316 to DC. It’s not on the board." Agent, “ Yes it is, at least so far.”
While walking through the airport, young man, obviously a runner, sprinting between gates, muttering “oh, gosh.” Ten yards behind his girlfriend, obviously not a runner, enjoying a last minute gate change at 5200 feet altitude.
La di da di dah