Actually we’re on “double secret probation” delay! Gate 5 has two flights listed on its LCD screens. Flight 3212 to SFO is listed at “Delay 2:15.” Our LAX-BNA-BDL flight is just listed as “Delay.” We are guaranteed to leave late. There’s no guarantee how late!
I’m told old for this, right? No, not the flying or delay part. My ‘too old’ observation refers to sitting on the floor on a piece of carpeting so thin it’s possible the pattern was put on in a laser printer! The hard floor is no softer through this faux pile.
“Do you have any bottles or liquids? Any drinks?” asked the TSA agent.
“No. Are you serving?” asked Helaine.
Nice, but how did that not get us secondary screening? She’s fast. You can’t be funny if you’re not fast.
As we repacked beyond the x-ray machine another TSA agent walked a man in a festive t-shirt to the wall.
“Stand here please and face your bags.” The agent was pleasant but firm.
The man offered up he was a surgeon (note to self: Surgeons should wear suits while flying and always look serious) and chatted up the agent until it was time for instructions. I can’t give you a full verbatim, but the surgeon was told he was about to be touched. Did he mind the groping taking place in public or would he like a private grope. We left.
Sitting on the floor I am at shoe top level. I can observe while remaining reasonably invisible. If you’re a people watcher have I got a seat for you!
Oh, a question. Why do pilots still wear billed caps they take off as soon as they enter the cockpit?