A snowy afternoon in Baltimore.
My flight was supposed to land in Atlanta at 8:00 this evening. We boarded half an hour late, then sat on the tarmac awaiting de-icing and a few ground holds due to Atlanta weather. Lucky for me I was able to score an all-too-rare First Class upgrade. Big-ass seats and free whiskey go a long way toward easing the pain of a delay.
We landed at 11:30, three and a half hours late. I felt sorry for the ten or so passengers who missed their international connections. They were going to lose a day out of their schedule.
The northbound MARTA train left at midnight. Two stops down the line, we were held up for unspecified “technical difficulties.” Another couple of stops, and we had to wait for a southbound train to pass. They were single-tracking due to maintenance.
It was well after 8:00 pm, so we had to change trains at Lindbergh Center to get to Dunwoody. Meh. Arrived at Dunwoody at 1:00 am. It was so late, the parking lot exit booth was unmanned, the gate open. Saved me $12. Woo-hoo.
Drove home on empty, rain-slick streets, arriving Chez Elisson 1:20 am. The alarm is set for 5:30.
Fuck.
My flight was supposed to land in Atlanta at 8:00 this evening. We boarded half an hour late, then sat on the tarmac awaiting de-icing and a few ground holds due to Atlanta weather. Lucky for me I was able to score an all-too-rare First Class upgrade. Big-ass seats and free whiskey go a long way toward easing the pain of a delay.
We landed at 11:30, three and a half hours late. I felt sorry for the ten or so passengers who missed their international connections. They were going to lose a day out of their schedule.
The northbound MARTA train left at midnight. Two stops down the line, we were held up for unspecified “technical difficulties.” Another couple of stops, and we had to wait for a southbound train to pass. They were single-tracking due to maintenance.
It was well after 8:00 pm, so we had to change trains at Lindbergh Center to get to Dunwoody. Meh. Arrived at Dunwoody at 1:00 am. It was so late, the parking lot exit booth was unmanned, the gate open. Saved me $12. Woo-hoo.
Drove home on empty, rain-slick streets, arriving Chez Elisson 1:20 am. The alarm is set for 5:30.
Fuck.
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