Skype conversations (at a discreet volume) in the lounge, and now off to the gate.
14 in line for take off. Ahhh LaGuardia!
So far not a lot of drama. We were quite late out of LGA but made up some time. By now I build a little extra time into changes.
Boarding and taxiing will take longer than the fight.
Speaking of contacts… the guy behind me is loudly up-talking to someone named “Lisa” who is, apparently, “da man”.
It’s a strange world.
Also, from the open cockpit I hear a mechanical but nonetheless urgent message repeating: “Windshear ahead! Windshear ahead!” I’m glad we are still parked at the gate.
My fights often have soundtracks. Sometimes it’s Bach, sometimes Beijing opera.
As I landed today…