Just back from a little vacay. Next time I'm driving.
Our plane had been percolating at the airport for 15 minutes when the captain promised to "make up time in the air." I figured on an extra 100 mph, to the amusement of the couple sitting next to me. An hour later, we still hadn't taken off, so the tally rose to 1000 mph.
That would be cool, but didn't happen. He was getting on it though, and executed some nice banking maneuvers over a quilt of beige and green farmland, so we were still entertained.
His valiant efforts got us there a LOT faster. We all stood up, eagerly fingering our carryons. But the airport's ramp refused to extend. After 15 minutes of fiddling, our plane was towed to another gate.
My connection left in 2 minutes from the other end of the airport. Maybe if I ran like hell? Why not! I was wearing a turtleneck, cashmere sweater, hoodie and fur coat to make my carryon bag smaller. It still weighed a ton.
I got to the departure point panting and desperate, to be told it was too late.
But wait! Something was wrong with the passenger count. They weren't sure how they wound up with two extra people. It would take the next 20 minutes to figure out this mystery. "Go ahead," said the kindly agent, in whose debt I shall remain forever.
So down the steps I dashed, crossing the runway like Alexis Carrington boarding her private jet. "Just sit in the first seat," the flight attendant said.
Wowee! A huge leather seat, with enough room to put my feet up on the magazine rack. (Like I wanna read about other places to which we can fly - pfft!) I arranged my fur into a pillow and let everyone think the plane was held especially for me.
I'm not even going to talk about the silver tape. "It's NOT duct tape," our giggling row was firmly told. OK, it wasn't duct tape.
At last - home sweet home. And what do my tired eyes see? A lot of you supported me in the November Car Show! I appreciate this so much; you have really brightened up my day, and believe me it needed brightening!