Well, I’m about to decide the airlines have something against me traveling. Remember that in August, the closest I could get to Cleveland was Dallas. Well, it was starting to look like the closest I was going to get to Tampa was Houston.
There was a rainstorm that messed things up at the airport. That was fine. I wasn’t particularly in love with the idea of bouncing through a storm. I hate bouncy flights. And then, when they did get us on a plane, we were speeding down the runway when the pilot put on the brakes. I heard him later say his check engine light came on. There was some playful banter about a check engine light that had been on for two years, and others expressed their happiness that not everyone thought that way.
There was a whole lot of bad customer service and some very good luck. I did what I learned to do long ago, when I worked in customer service. Keep talking to people until you get the answer you want. The third rep I talked to got me on standby for a flight that I made as the next to last person allowed to board. That was the luck.
The meetings were good. I felt very involved, even though the thing I was involved in wasn’t really a big part of my job. But, you know, it’s nice to feel included.
I did knit in airports and planes and a little bit in the hotel. I forget how long it takes to knit a sock.
So far, there has been very little ripping, but I confess to working that heel more than once. Socks are my version of warm woolen mittens as a favorite thing. These are very thick and will serve me well if I end up in Indiana in January (heaven forbid!)
Anyway, now it’s time to head back to work. No rest for the worker bee. Everybody have a great…what day is it? Thursday? Yeah, that better be it. Or, I’m really late.