300 highway miles, 200 off-road miles, in three days: sometimes, life is brutal.
The airline hub system, for all its convenience, leaves something to be desired - bad weather in Minneapolis suddenly means flight delays all over the country. My airline most resembling the Keystone Cops award? Delta: they changed a gate from here, to there, back to here, back to there.
Gate Agent: All I'm trying to find out is what flight’s at C32?
Whoever gate agents talk to: No. C32 is on G42.
Gate Agent: I'm not asking you who's on G42.
Whoever gate agents talk to: G42’s on C32.
Gate Agent: One gate at a time!
Whoever gate agents talk to: Well, don't change the gates around.
Gate Agent: I'm not changing nothing!
Whoever gate agents talk to: Take it easy, buddy.
Gate Agent: I'm only asking you, what flight’s on c56?
Whoever gate agents talk to: That's right.
Gate Agent: Ok.
Whoever gate agents talk to: All right.
On the other hand, I was driving along the shore of Lake Superior yesterday morning,
and spent my late afternoon here:
How many people are lucky enough to experience a juxtaposition like that in a single day?