MISERY MUST LOVE COMPANY
Arrived Phoenix with prospects of a seven hour wait and
the best plans of the day- radio and tv interviews and
dinner with friends-down the drain.
US Airways could take us to Pittsburgh and then in,
saving two hours but still missing the events, or through
Charlotte with the same outcome. We opted to avoid
flying directly into a snow storm or through one so we could
enjoy the thrill of two more plane changes.
Delays? Phoenix is the capitol of misery today.
As the harried but cool customer service rep told us,
"we are down to just one runway today. We have planes sitting on runways and people missing connections all over the place." Don't you wish you were here with all these happy campers?
Maybe it is good then that people traversing airports
go into this kind of zombie mode?
Stunned, bewildered, confused, eyes a glaze.
Maybe it is the carpets. Something in the patterns
akin to hypnosis-some old mind control research
sold to the keepers of the nation's airways.
Maybe that explains how an airline can delay the
first flight of a trip, making you miss a connection and
not bother to change the rest of the flight plan to
accomodate and for this you say
7 Hours in the Phoenix airport? And I say Thank you?
Oh--I understand there could be 3-7 inches of snow when
we get in early tomorrow morning. Hope the rental car
agency is open. I wonder if any of my fellow
Phoenixians for a day travel with a snow scraper?
A snow scraper?
See you down the trail.