Thoughts from Detroit Metro Airport

  • The guy at the check-in desk asked if I was over 18. Sigh. I asked him if my bag was small enough to carry on and he looked at it for a while and judged that I should check it. I shouldn't have asked - it probably would have passed.
  • In my rush to get out of the house this morning, I skipped brushing my teeth, justifying it by telling myself that it would give me something to do while I waited for my flight. Now my toothbrush has been checked and I am The Great Untoothbrushed. Waaaaaah!
  • I am also The Great Unsweatered. Why the hell is it so cold in this airport? I want my baaaaaaaaaaag baaaaaack!
  • The scammers have scammed me in my attempt to scam them! When I order an iced chai latte from Starbucks, they fill the cup with ice and drizzle a few drops of chai on top. So now when I order, I ask for it with "light ice." Starbucks is plenty expensive and if I order it with "light ice," I get more chai for my money. No ice would be lukewarm and weird, but I don't need a whole cup of ice and would like to actually have something to drink. So just now, I just ordered a chai with light ice and they didn't fill up the cup! They left room at the top of the cup where the rest of the ice should be! I have been scammed! But I didn't feel like I could call them out on it because I was trying to get more chai than usual anyway. Sigh.
  • I have this desire to be one of those people whose name gets called in an airport - who's so busy having so much fun that they can't show up to their gate on time. Why the heck should I get on the plane as soon as it's announced? I'm just going to sit in a cramped area for longer - better to wander freely through the airport. Christopher Brookmyre, in one of his books (I've now forgotten which) has a character who does this all the time - knowing that the plane will wait for him if he has a checked bag, because they won't allow someone to check a bag onto a plane without taking that flight. Terrorism and all, don't you know. Unfortunately, I'm such a worrywart and a goody-goody that I am always waiting in the correct waiting area when the boarding is announced. Sigh. I'll never be a Brookmyre character at this rate!
  • Back in the days when my grandmother was flying to the US, people got excited about flying. It was a rare occasion, so you got dressed up in your Sunday best and put on a nice hat and gloves. Now the airport is the realm of the baseball cap and the flip-flop. And fat, ugly children, apparently. Why are these children so ugly?
  • I'm anxious and nervous and sleepy and unhappy. They just announced a flight to Norfolk, VA and I wondered if I could get on that one instead. :(
  • So much for my attempts to be a Brookmyre character. I was the first one in line when they announced the flight. I can't help myself. An authority figure tells me to get on my plane, and I get on my plane. Here we go.

srah - Tuesday, 2 August 2005 - 1:27 PM
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Comments (3)

gravatar J - August 2, 2005 - 7:32 PM -

I'm so with you. Gad, do I hate flying. Anxious, nervous, sleepy, unhappy, and surrounded by ugly children...add a few hundred dollars to your credit card bill and that pretty much sums up the experience of modern air travel.

gravatar Aunt Pat - August 3, 2005 - 3:54 PM -

I wish you would have taken the flight to Norfolk! I would have fed you chocolate and made you warm and happy. And bought you a new toothbrush. I hate flying too. Especially the ugly kids.

gravatar katie - August 3, 2005 - 11:10 PM -

You know, it just now occured to me that perhaps the children thought that you were ugly...

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