confuseme (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} confuseme) wrote,@ 2004-12-30 04:35:00 |
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an airplane is a bus with security checkpoints
US Airways is also an idiot.
My flight out of Providence was delayed by about and hour and a half, causing me to miss my connection in Philadelphia. The first available flight to SF was early the next morning. So I got to spend the night in a hotel in Philadelphia.
My family is from Pittsburgh, but we moved away when I was two years old, and I haven't really been back to Pennsylvania much since then. It was really weird to hear so many people in the hotel bar who talk just like my aunts and uncles. And they make the same kinds of jokes! When I told the shuttle driver which airline I was on, he asked "domestic, or imported?"
Anyway, since the flight was so early, and I wasn't anxious to miss it by failing to show up two hours early, I decided to stay up rather than try to sleep. And then of course the early morning flight turned out to be a late morning flight, and I got to sit in the airport for an extra two and a half hours, so tired I could barely see straight.
There was a guy in some kind of military uniform waiting for the same flight. At one point, he started fooling around with some kind of magic trick -- he had this dime-sized bit of paper or something that he would get spinning, so that it would fall very slowly, like a Maple tree's "helicopter" seeds. And he could keep it from falling by pushing air up at it, I think, so that it levitated a few inches above his hands. I'm fairly certain that I was not dreaming this, but when I first saw him doing that, in my sleep-deprived state, it took me a minute (and some fairly hard arm-pinching) to convince myself I was awake!
US Airways is also an idiot.
My flight out of Providence was delayed by about and hour and a half, causing me to miss my connection in Philadelphia. The first available flight to SF was early the next morning. So I got to spend the night in a hotel in Philadelphia.
My family is from Pittsburgh, but we moved away when I was two years old, and I haven't really been back to Pennsylvania much since then. It was really weird to hear so many people in the hotel bar who talk just like my aunts and uncles. And they make the same kinds of jokes! When I told the shuttle driver which airline I was on, he asked "domestic, or imported?"
Anyway, since the flight was so early, and I wasn't anxious to miss it by failing to show up two hours early, I decided to stay up rather than try to sleep. And then of course the early morning flight turned out to be a late morning flight, and I got to sit in the airport for an extra two and a half hours, so tired I could barely see straight.
There was a guy in some kind of military uniform waiting for the same flight. At one point, he started fooling around with some kind of magic trick -- he had this dime-sized bit of paper or something that he would get spinning, so that it would fall very slowly, like a Maple tree's "helicopter" seeds. And he could keep it from falling by pushing air up at it, I think, so that it levitated a few inches above his hands. I'm fairly certain that I was not dreaming this, but when I first saw him doing that, in my sleep-deprived state, it took me a minute (and some fairly hard arm-pinching) to convince myself I was awake!
