…though you know it’s bad news when just *getting* to the freeway uses up all of the copious slack time in your schedule.
Very, very failish traffic in the city; some traffic on the freeway; almost no long-term parking in the covered garage; long but not insane security line; and then, and then, and then…I get through, minutes before boarding, check the monitors, and…WTF?
INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL? My flight from SFO to Portland is leaving from the INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL???
Yep.
So I hightail it over there…fortunately, the flight attendants must have also not gotten the memo, they are late too. Eventually they showed up, we boarded, and here I am.
As a reward for all that, the flight was not full, and the seat next to me was empty. Yay! And I am reading a wonderful book–The Book of Joby by Mark Ferrari. And best of all, Jay was waiting for me just outside security, though we’d thought it likely I’d have to take a taxi.
And now, we keep waiting. But at least we’re waiting in the same place now.