Thursday
01Dec2005
7:16p CST On An Intercontinental Runway
12.01.2005 23:42
I’ve not been happier to see the last phase of a day trip in years. After sweating though the layovers - complete with a carrier change at the intercontinental airport - I have more sympathy for those souls who have to pass through Hartsfield. I do have to defend the home port a bit though. After some major upgrades over the last six years, especially the addition of more departure notice boards, it isn’t that terrible. You can walk down the concourses and know you’re making progress, there is no going outside to grab a shuttle bus, and the concourses are all of a similar geometric arrangement. I love that it’s my final destination, but given today’s large airport experience it doesn’t seem too bad.
We’re currently parked on the runway, waiting for four slot into Hartsfield. I love that they make us wait without the benefit of toys for entertainment. There is a new Sky magazine, but I have to fly to the new homestead for Christmas and I’ve chosen to wait until then to peruse it.
I use my phone more in airports than anywhere else - possibly combined. I have even been known to phone Squid just to ask him to entertain me while I wait for my flight. So, tonight as I traveled between concourses, I reached out and touched him. I even had a purpose more important than entertaining myself. I wanted to know if he would appreciate a shuffle for Christmas. Before I could ask my question, however, he made some disparaging comment about how I was only calling to be entertained. “So, I guess you don’t want a Shuffle for Christmas” was he only response I had to his impertinence. The three minutes of near hysterical cackling and verbal flagellation was worth the grief. It was even entertaining. Luckily, I’d fiddled around with the Shuffle I’d bought Mom enough to know something about it, so I could respond to some of Squid’s concerns. I’m feeling better now that the Christmas list is made - the next step is to do the buying. What fun.
(29,000 feet ~ five and a half miles above the ground - am I nuts?)
We’re currently parked on the runway, waiting for four slot into Hartsfield. I love that they make us wait without the benefit of toys for entertainment. There is a new Sky magazine, but I have to fly to the new homestead for Christmas and I’ve chosen to wait until then to peruse it.
I use my phone more in airports than anywhere else - possibly combined. I have even been known to phone Squid just to ask him to entertain me while I wait for my flight. So, tonight as I traveled between concourses, I reached out and touched him. I even had a purpose more important than entertaining myself. I wanted to know if he would appreciate a shuffle for Christmas. Before I could ask my question, however, he made some disparaging comment about how I was only calling to be entertained. “So, I guess you don’t want a Shuffle for Christmas” was he only response I had to his impertinence. The three minutes of near hysterical cackling and verbal flagellation was worth the grief. It was even entertaining. Luckily, I’d fiddled around with the Shuffle I’d bought Mom enough to know something about it, so I could respond to some of Squid’s concerns. I’m feeling better now that the Christmas list is made - the next step is to do the buying. What fun.
(29,000 feet ~ five and a half miles above the ground - am I nuts?)
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