All hail the ladies of the Northwest ticket counter

Praise them with great praise!

After I missed my flight this morning (and yes, it was mostly my fault, because I didn't realize how much longer the pissing rain would make the drive to the airport, and I forgot how long it takes to get from the airport's economy lot to the terminal - especially when THE DRIVER CAN'T GET THE PARKING LOT GATE OPEN and you end up having to walk almost as far as you would have if you ditched the shuttle - and did I mention the pissing rain?), it was the ladies of the Northwest ticket counter who a) got me on a flight arriving in Detroit  sometime before the next ice age and b) did NOT give me all sorts of crap for my lateness (note to the Frontier airlines lady: I realize that trying to check in for the 10 am flight at 9:26 doesn't work well [for reference's sake, I didn't know what time it was; I'd parked the car at about 9], but if I tell you I'm supposed to be on the 10 am flight, saying incredulously, "But it's 9:26!" is not the most helpful response. I mean, you are working in an airport - have you never encountered anyone running late before??).

But really, what this all demonstrates is that I should never, ever work in an airport, because I would hate dealing with travel basket-cases like myself. Seriously, I should not be allowed to travel on my own, and people who travel with me should be nominated for sainthood. I probably should not be allowed to travel, period.

(And then the guy sitting next to me had to get up twice in a two-hour flight. What's with that? You'd think he was sitting in my class or something.)

Anyway, I have finally arrived in Kzoo safely, and have just eaten what is probably one of the most disgusting meals ever (not because the food was bad, but why did I think potato skins and chocolate cake would make a good end to my crazy day??). If I didn't have to, you know, give a paper tomorrow, all would be hunky-dory.

Comments

[Dr. Moonbeam]

Glad you're there safely -- and so sorry I'm not, wah! Hope that your paper goes swimmingly tomorrow, and please give everyone who should get one (you know who they are) a hug from me, okay?

[Brian Ogilvie]

I hope the rest of your time in my home town goes better! (and yes, I was in graduate school before I realized that every spring a guild of medievalists -- is that the right collective noun? -- descends on Kalamazoo).

[Historiann]

Two words for you: USAir Park.

Good luck with your paper!