Flying to Montréal
Austin: Thanks to
philreed also having to fly – and within 45 minutes of me, as luck would have it – I had someone to talk with at the airport. This made the wait caused by showing up two hours early (to make the TSA happy) go by in a snap. We talked work talk, sure, but not just that. It sure was nice of him and
gina_fischer to put me up at their place and drive me around . . . I was sorry to have to say goodbye!
In the air: A fairly generic flight, but I can't complain: no screaming kids and no coughing plague rats. I started an article for Pyramid #3/5 . . . but had to stop work thanks to the laptop battery. Grr.
Chicago: With all public electrical outlets in use, a dead battery, and a three-hour layover, I decided to search more thoroughly for sushi. No joy on the G, H, K, or L concourses . . . how could a food that's ubiquitous in every major North American city be missing from the second-busiest airport in the U.S.? I settled for a veggie bagel and a blueberry muffin. I eventually scored an outlet when other geeks bugged out, got more writing done, and charged up for the flight.
In the air: The genius move of having our flight leave from the same gate as a flight to Toronto, scheduled just minutes previous, got us off to a late start. (No thanks to three Toronto passengers standing around in plain sight, being paged and ignoring it, thereby delaying their flight and mine.) Luckily, a tailwind corrected the situation. Got a bit more work done on the article, but my seatmate's perfume gave me a headache, so I had to stop squinting at a screen.
Montréal: Cold: -8°C. But Customs was a breeze and now I'm in a cab discussing world politics. Home!
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If everyone thought like me, though, 30 minutes before departure the first person would show up to check in. ;)