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Whew! I am back from Kansas City and I am exhausted. I went to our family reunion volunteering at the Kansas City Irish Fest. My aunt is one of the organizers, and so she has the whole family working her area, pouring beer for VIPs and such.
I got to the Dayton Airport and realized that I left my knitting pattern behind. Not a problem! I just went to Ravelry and downloaded the pdf directly to my phone. So I knit for awhile while listening to my new audiobook, The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements (I know, can you GET any dorkier??) Which made me want to look at the Periodic Table. So I got out my phone again, and downloaded a Periodic Table app.
Serendipitously my flight was from Dayton to Detroit to KC, and my mom was on the same flight from Detroit to KC. So we looked forward to seeing each other at the airport and we thought maybe we could switch seats with someone so we could sit together. Only...my flight was delayed. Not in Dayton, but in Detroit. There were some storms, so even though we landed fine, they couldn't take us to the gate until the storm stopped. So I'm on the phone going 'Hey Mom, can you pick me up something to eat? I'm starving!'
And of course the gate I'm leaving from is on the opposite end of the terminal from the one I'm landing at. I ran all the way. I ran up the stairs instead of taking the escalator. I passed people who were walking on the moving walkway (illegally! on the right!). I rounded corners too quickly for the wheels of my carryon to keep up with me. Imagine it was a post from Hyperbole and a Half and you are not far off. At this point I thought my mom would be going to Kansas City without me.
But I made it! I was probably the last person to make it on the plane. Mom handed me a burger and a water, gave me a hug and we took our seats. I was so hungry that I finished my burger before they even told us to turn off our cell phones. But then it turned out that they hadn't stocked the plane with pretzles and pop, so we were going to wait a few minutes. I decided this was a good opportunity to go to the bathroom and headed towards the back, where I waited in line behind other smart people with the same idea. But by the time it was my turn the pretzels had arrived and if I got in the bathroom I would be trapped by the pretzel people.
So I headed up to the other bathroom at the front of the plane.
Just as I reached the front one of the flight attendants jumped in. Seeing my dismayed expression, another flight attendant said "Ha ha! You have to wait your tu-urn!" in a sing-song voice.
"But, but, but! I was just waiting at the other one!" I said.
"Oh! Well in that case..." He turned and started pounding on the bathroom wall. "Hey! Hurry it up, there's a lady waiting out here!"
Eventually I made it back to my seat, we made it up into the air, and I discovered that I had left my ipod on the first flight. The worst thing is that I really only have myself to blame. It didn't fall out of my purse, I didn't get off the plane in a hurry. (Plenty of time to make sure I had my stuff while we were stuck on the runway after all). I just plain left it there. Grr. And the airlines don't really help with that anymore either. When I called, and worked my way through the phone menu just to find out that they don't have a lost and found or do anything like that. Which honestly I wasn't expecting. The sheer amount of effort, time and money it would take wouldn't be at all worth it. But I was still sad and music-less.
So I got out...yes, you guessed it, my phone! I get my audiobooks through Audible.com, which now has an app for the Android OS. So I downloaded my book to it, and between that and the Pandora App I could at least listen to music and books while I was on the ground.
Next post I'll actually get to the bits in Kansas City.
I got to the Dayton Airport and realized that I left my knitting pattern behind. Not a problem! I just went to Ravelry and downloaded the pdf directly to my phone. So I knit for awhile while listening to my new audiobook, The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements (I know, can you GET any dorkier??) Which made me want to look at the Periodic Table. So I got out my phone again, and downloaded a Periodic Table app.
Serendipitously my flight was from Dayton to Detroit to KC, and my mom was on the same flight from Detroit to KC. So we looked forward to seeing each other at the airport and we thought maybe we could switch seats with someone so we could sit together. Only...my flight was delayed. Not in Dayton, but in Detroit. There were some storms, so even though we landed fine, they couldn't take us to the gate until the storm stopped. So I'm on the phone going 'Hey Mom, can you pick me up something to eat? I'm starving!'
And of course the gate I'm leaving from is on the opposite end of the terminal from the one I'm landing at. I ran all the way. I ran up the stairs instead of taking the escalator. I passed people who were walking on the moving walkway (illegally! on the right!). I rounded corners too quickly for the wheels of my carryon to keep up with me. Imagine it was a post from Hyperbole and a Half and you are not far off. At this point I thought my mom would be going to Kansas City without me.
But I made it! I was probably the last person to make it on the plane. Mom handed me a burger and a water, gave me a hug and we took our seats. I was so hungry that I finished my burger before they even told us to turn off our cell phones. But then it turned out that they hadn't stocked the plane with pretzles and pop, so we were going to wait a few minutes. I decided this was a good opportunity to go to the bathroom and headed towards the back, where I waited in line behind other smart people with the same idea. But by the time it was my turn the pretzels had arrived and if I got in the bathroom I would be trapped by the pretzel people.
So I headed up to the other bathroom at the front of the plane.
Just as I reached the front one of the flight attendants jumped in. Seeing my dismayed expression, another flight attendant said "Ha ha! You have to wait your tu-urn!" in a sing-song voice.
"But, but, but! I was just waiting at the other one!" I said.
"Oh! Well in that case..." He turned and started pounding on the bathroom wall. "Hey! Hurry it up, there's a lady waiting out here!"
Eventually I made it back to my seat, we made it up into the air, and I discovered that I had left my ipod on the first flight. The worst thing is that I really only have myself to blame. It didn't fall out of my purse, I didn't get off the plane in a hurry. (Plenty of time to make sure I had my stuff while we were stuck on the runway after all). I just plain left it there. Grr. And the airlines don't really help with that anymore either. When I called, and worked my way through the phone menu just to find out that they don't have a lost and found or do anything like that. Which honestly I wasn't expecting. The sheer amount of effort, time and money it would take wouldn't be at all worth it. But I was still sad and music-less.
So I got out...yes, you guessed it, my phone! I get my audiobooks through Audible.com, which now has an app for the Android OS. So I downloaded my book to it, and between that and the Pandora App I could at least listen to music and books while I was on the ground.
Next post I'll actually get to the bits in Kansas City.