The Beauty of Standby

Currently, I'm supposed to be boarding a flight, to Dallas. A fat idiot is yelling -loudly- over the phone. I initially thought he was complaining to American, concerning a flight delay. However, as I listen more carefully, you can hear a whiny-ness expressed by those normally of 2... "Mah-um...". While looking up to search for an appropriate word to describe my discontent (yet based knowledge that this has happened before, and, is expected) I become rattled. Walking past me in a confident stride is Karl Rove!... well, at least a like facsimile there of (this man possesses a little more hair).

I'm on my way to Colorado. The plan was to take a 6:00am flight, connect through Dallas, then fly to Eagle-Vail. The 6:00am flight was oversold. So, I opted to take a 7:05 flight. It had plenty of seats, and still allowed for plenty of time to catch my next flight. Arriving at the airport, I went to a self check-in kiosk and swiped my credit card. A screen appeared asking me to confirm my identity, I clicked continue. The next screen prompted. It wanted to know where I was going. Entering the airport abbreviation "EGE", I pressed continue and waited a few seconds before my itinerary was displayed. Albuquerque - Dallas, Dallas - Eagle-Vail. So far, all was in order...that was, until I noticed the time of the Albuquerque flight. 7:05am, now rescheduled for 10:45. Delays normally aren't bad, but since I was making a connection, to an airport that doesn't receive much foot traffic during this part of the season, it has actually generated some hassle. Apparently, the delay is due to bad weather in Chicago; we are awaiting crew.

I need to go figure out alternative flights. If anything is available, I'll try getting a seat. Otherwise (which actually isn't all that bad) I'll just have to forgo the trip.

My Hair is Gray!!!

Well, it was... I spent the day assisting homeowners who'd lost basically, everything. This was the result of a long day of sanding. I return tomorrow.