3:45 am comes early when you go to bed at 11pm.
The alarm went off, Oneil called, I got my self showered and shaved and my butt on the bus by 4:30am.
Was actually at the airport and through immigration and security a few minutes after 5.
Begin American Airlines rant/ramble:
- Website says Panama City club open at 5:15am, sign on club says 5:30
- No English language papers even yesterdays
- American redid my schedule so that instead of a 2.5 hour layouver in Miami (plenty of time for checked bags and duty free) I had 1.5 hours and the flight was 15 minutes late getting out of the gat when they broke a tow bar
- Came in at the far end of one terminal had to walk to the center of the airport for customs, and then get back out to the far end after going BACK through security to get to my gate needless to say they were boarding by the time I got there
- Positive: lines at immigration were short, which is good since I couldn’t find the “trusted traveler” machines
- Flight 2: I drank them out of Glen Livet after one drink (two minis). Lots of Dewars, little Livet
- Chicago (ORD) lounge huge, beautiful, but you could spend a fortune in here: $3.95 for a cappuccino, sandwiches starting at $8, internet access for people with day passes, business class tickets and Alaska Boardroom members, $8. There is an interesting concept have an expensive private club where everything costs more.
- And every rag needs a ramble what if American orders the Boeing 787 it’s a composite body and all their planes are buffed aluminum (saves 1,000 pounds of weight from the paint) what will they do, paint them light gray?
- The seats on my last leg were WONDERFUL they were a new style that the butt slides forward so the back can go further back that and outlets for laptops that use standard plugs
- And a question why does a new jet have cigarette ashtrays on either side of the bathroom doors? You haven’t been able to smoke on flights in twenty years and I assume both the bathroom design and the bathroom itself is newer than that.
Met a pretty young Italian guy in the airport in Chicago, gave him my card if he needs a home-cooked meal, he’s coming to Seattle for 5 years to study biology. Met a couple of pretty Miamians on their way to Everett to hang out and play tourist for 10-days. Didn’t give them a card, but told them when to get off Light Rail same stop as me. Picked up a package and a New Yorker at the apartment before heading home and straight to bed (after opening the mail).
Good to be home.
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