Friday, June 15

Adventures in Travel

Tonight, Hubby was flying from Atlanta to home. His flight was due to leave at around 9:00 this evening, but he was there in time to possibly catch a flight that was scheduled to leave at 6:50. Though there was room, he was not allowed to board the flight and get home early.

"Your luggage would not be with you, so we can't let you go."

"You didn't seem to have a problem with me flying without my luggage when we went to Omaha last month."

This did not endear him to the woman at the counter, and so he sat at the airport. I warned him that his little sarcastic comment probably put him on the "This-Guy-is-Trouble-Bump-Him-First" list. I'm pretty sure he felt it was worth it, though. And so he waited until the 9:00 flight was boarded. At 9:55. This meant that all flights he had this week were late. Every. Single. One.

He called me just a few minutes ago to tell me that he arrived at the airport, walked down to the luggage carrosel, and watched for his bag to come out.


So he went to the luggage department to find that his luggage was there, waiting for him, because it had been on the 6:50 flight.


It may not be Monday, but this was funny, especially since Hubby was sitting at one of the gates mentioned in this joke.

At the airport for a business trip, I settled down to wait for the boarding announcement at Gate 35.

Then I heard the voice on the public address system saying, "We apologize for the inconvenience, but Delta Flight 570 will board from Gate 41."

So my family picked up our luggage and carried it over to Gate 41. Not ten minutes later the public address voice told us that Flight 570 would in fact be boarding from Gate 35.

So again we gathered our carry-on luggage and returned to the original gate.

Just as we were settling down, the public address voice spoke again: "Thank you for participating in Delta's physical fitness program."

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