It’s time for the return trip, to be home for Sunday.
As I wait for the first leg of the journey, I reflect on the joys of traveling by air. My stay in the members lounge is at least better than hanging out at the gate. For example, I settled into the “QUIET AREA”. You know the drill: one of those areas with a sign with an image of a phone overlaid with the circle and bar through it that says in CAPS: QUIET AREA. This quiet zone (QZone) was invaded by a woman with children with loud gaming systems. When this was pointed out to her by someone, her response was to point to the sign and say “I’m not using my cellphone!” They, too, were sitting directly under one of these signs.
So I moved.
Now I am being treated to the fairly loud belches of an older fellow in a pastel sweater and matching socks. But … when he got a call on his mobile, he got up and moved away even though we are not in the QZone.
Anyway, it has been a good trip. I all too briefly visited my mother for her 80th birthday and then gave a talk to a Newman Center group on “Modernism 2.o”. I am still furious that the Dodgers moved to Arizona or I probably would have tried to take in a Spring Training game.
UPDATE: Now the QZoners are carrying on a loud conversation with a couple some yards away. The irony is that the QZ sign is directly over her chair. That said, it is time to head to the gate.
On board. So far no one has started to trim her toe nails or spit her tobacco juice into a beer can.
I have seen, however, some covert “vaping”. I suspect that that is not allowed flights now. But that’s a safe bet.
It is “vaping” with one p, right? A whole new phenomenon.
Apparently our vehicle doesn’t have any fuel. And so we are waiting. It seems too many flights were scheduled in too short a period.
Still, I have heard that it’s good to have fuel, so waiting is probably okay.
I also built in an adequate layover in my itinerary. Even though airlines pad their departure and arrival times, so as to have a higher on-time percentage, less and less often do I choose tight connections. The only extra hour or so off total length is just not worth the close calls.
Okay they are hooked up and giving us fuel. Meanwhile, speaking of vaping, vapor is pouring in with cold AC air creating dripping condensation on the cabin interior. It’s humid here. Not exactly the firing up of the Apollo XIII CM but… when you are bored you start to make stranger leaps.
Next leg. There is some sort of shapeless groovy techno-Euro pop being pumped in over the speakers. I’ve already heard a couple people mumble about it as they make their way to the seats.
I think this music isn’t actually performed by anyone.
This is what we had to listen to. I held my phone up to the cabin speaker.