Starting Over?
I am writing this at approximately 36,000 feet above sea-level. Local time is now
OK, I’ll admit I have been remiss in writing about the exciting things that have happened since exams ended on Friday. I will get to those in a future entry (with pictures), which include crab-racing and snorkeling and Cuban cigars and Carib, but first, my travels.
They began this morning around
So, what really happened? They overbooked the flight. It seems that the vet-students at SGU, who just elevated themselves to the level of the Clinical Skills department, just camp out at the airport overnight with their pets. They have multiple pets, which aren’t allowed, but they do get to bump people from the flights the next day to earn space for their pets. I still don’t understand how it works, but I can say with certainty that the vet-school is not yet accredited, so, joke’s on them.
Now, its AA’s turn to do something really stupid. As we wait for the gate-attendant to determine the remaining seats on board, she radios the cockpit for a final tally. It’s music to my ears as I hear them radio back that there is one extra seat. The fabulous woman has found extra room! I still get to leave!
Haha, just kidding. I don’t get to leave. The attendant on the plane radios back, while we are still standing there waiting for seats on the
It is at this point I would like to refresh everyone’s memory of
So, I ended up in
When we get to
I’ve compiled a list of fun facts that I’d like to share regarding my day, fashioned after the Harper’s Index:
- Number of dogs currently barking in the seat directly behind me: 1.
- Number of babies who cry every time the dog barks: 2.
- Number of times I have been gone through security checkpoints and needed to remove my laptop from my backpack: 4.
- Number of different customs agents with whom I have interacted today: 7.
- Number of conversations I’ve had with family members who were planning on picking me up around
- Ability of my cell-phone working to assist in said conversations: 0%.
- Number of times I’d like to use the phrase “as it were” in this post (including this instance, as it were): 4.
- Flights that included a meal on my original itinerary: 2.
- Flights that included a meal on my “involuntary redirect”: 0.
- Flights on redirect that had snacks available for purchase: 1, and finally,
- Number of times I have needed to respectively collect and re-check my luggage: 4, 4 (but I’m hoping against hope that there is a fifth collection, i.e., in
Once I get the pictures sorted, there will be dodge-ball, crab-racing, snorkeling home-cooked dinner at the professor’s house and other fun things, but right now I have decide whether to watch another crappy episode of Two and a Half Men or contemplate ways to end the dog’s misery (and by end, I mean put beyond the ability of the vet-students, as it were).