We’re in our seats for the leg to Miami. Everything is running smoothly so far.
Kathryn has been wearing me down for the past week, trying to get me to upgrade to business class on the leg to Montevideo. After witnessing considerable stompy-footing at the airport, I caved. The good news is, with an international business-class boarding pass, we can use the first-class lounge. Just think, if I order only … Continue reading Another upgrade story
Our trip to Uruguay is officially underway. We’ve passed the TSA checkpoint, which for me is the most stressful part of air travel. Like a woman who stands by an abusive boyfriend, I’ve learned that if I’m submissive enough, the high school dropout working the body scanner will let me go without molesting my genitals. … Continue reading TSA: one’s dignity is a small price to pay for fascism
I saw this sign at El Bravo Mexican Grill, across from Gate B8 in Terminal 4 at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix. Thousands of people pass this sign every day. Can you spot the mistake? I mean, other than the fact that $7.29 is way too much to pay for a cheese quesadilla. This is … Continue reading Can you spot the mistake on this sign at El Bravo, Sky Harbor?
I’ve often said it really doesn’t matter which seat you get on a flight because they all arrive at the gate at the same time. Well, tonight they’ll all arrive at least 45 minutes later than scheduled. Or, put another way, just late enough that the hotel courtesy shuttle in St. Louis will have stopped … Continue reading Delayedd
For the first time in six-and-a-half years, we were offered a reasonably priced upgrade at check-in today. However, unbeknownst to me, what used to be known as a first-class lounge is now a private club. Apparently they would have let us in if we’d had an international first-class ticket, which had been the case with … Continue reading Purchasing a first-class upgrade comes with a catch
Our chariot awaits. Let’s see how quickly they turn it around.
We’re at the airport in Phoenix, and it’s time to give some credit where it’s due. First, when we arrived at the self check-in kiosk, we got a message telling us we were misconnected at Salt Lake City. The Delta personnel who resolved the situation were patient and friendly. After having the agent check several … Continue reading Credit where due at Sky Harbor, particularly to TSA
This isn’t our plane, but my parents have already gotten us to the airport. The TSA checkpoint was tolerable, which was a pleasant change. We have some time to relax and maybe grab a bite to eat before our first flight.
Seen at Sky Harbor this afternoon: Translation: If you submit to our thorough background investigation and prove to us you’re no threat to national security, we’ll let you leave your shoes on when we photograph your genitals.
I’m at Sky Harbor for a little while this afternoon, waiting to pick up my aunt arriving from New England. Terminal 4 has seen some vast improvements in its food selection over the past several years, but I’m seldom here long enough to enjoy them. Many of the national chains have been replaced by local … Continue reading Waiting on an arrival at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, Terminal 4