I’m still trying to get home from Denver.
We zipped quickly past the creepy killer demon-eyed death horse. Apparently it is some sort of spirit horse. Blech.
Worst check in process anywhere. It was not good on Sunday either. Today, a very senior, almost bilingual desk clerk couldn’t get the machine to print luggage tags. After clicking and typing again and again, she asked for help. The machine was out of tags. Thus began the process of changing them. Let’s just say that it is a good thing that I came really early for my flight.
This shot is especially for Fr. J. Enjoy!
I am back (for a much shorter time I hope) at exactly the same table in the still hard to find club. I had wanted to get at least a little work done here, but the blazing Delta WiFi wouldn’t cough up data. So,… I’ll content myself with working from my phone.
Now the big question is…WILL WE FLY TODAY?
I charged my Kindle and my ear buds. I’m ready for another interminable day with Delta.
Delta… “Isn’t Ready When You Are!”
One more for Fr. J:
A familiar gate. Lots of people spent lots of time here on Sunday.
Oh, the opulence.
Just as we departed from the farthest possible gate in the concourse, so too we arrived in MSP at the farthest possible gate in the concourse. This happens to me quite often, as a matter of fact.
Ah the joy of travel.
There is a super high maintenance person next to me sharing her phone conversation with our fellow passengers. So far she hasn’t started doing her nails … okay… the coughing just started.
The flight attendant just loaded something on VHS tape into a deck of hard to identify purpose.
How old is this airplane?
We taxied out. We taxied back to the gate. The taxi time alone would have gotten us to MSN.
“Something is broken.”
We have no idea how long we will be on the ground.
For now we are staying on the plane.
Will I NEVER get home?
The devil hates this trip.