My 2:14 p.m. departure from Portland was cancelled, but I stood by for the 10:26 a.m. flight that eventually left at 7:40. Now I'm at Newark and hoping to get on the flight in about 15 min.
I really can't complain (really) because there were people who'd been in that airport all night due to Newark delays.
And your friendly church geek has just mildly chastised an extremely angry young man who was telling his brother (via cell phone) that he wanted to get on the plane and cut everyone up with a plastic knife he'd just been given in the food court. Wasn't his frustration or his threat, but the fact that he was dropping the F-bomb every other word that set me on edge so much. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to steal Ruby's line and tell him I was concerned about his continued opportunity to fly. Instead I just asked him if I should call 911?
ok. They are calling folks to board, so looks like I may really get on this plane! Woot!
1:15 a.m., DFW Airport:
Here I am and waiting for Ken to pick up. He fell asleep waiting for me and who could blame him?
What a great trip. More to follow.
