Reasons Why Not To Check A Bag.

There are times that I honestly do see the utility of Twitter. Having a simple interface to send updates about status from a phone is infiinitely easier than trying to post to Movable Type via Blackberry or cell phone. The MT mobile interface sucks. What am I talking about? There is no mobile interface. If you don’t have javascript installed on the phone, posting no worky.

But that’s neither here nor there, is it?

Partial power is restored to the terminal, so I’m on the laptop again. Broke down and paid my fee to the wifi extortionists to get online. Foolishness. Free wifi may not be a god-given right, but it is certainly something that makes me think fondly of a facility. It’s like the rocking chairs in Charlotte: something that makes your stay nicer. Even if you take it for granted and don’t remember it, you won’t be irritated by it.

Now we’re delayed until 9:45. Shouldn’t have checked that bag; otherwise I’d be home by now. I only checked it because of the toiletries.

Can I pull it off the plane?

No. Plane’s not at the gate. Plane’s not at the TERMINAL? What?

I probably shouldn’t tell the Army squad who were on the flight that their weapons lockers were off somewhere else, should I?

How long of a drive is it, anyway?

Huh. 3 hours, 45 minutes.

How long to home?

3 hours, 30 minutes. I bet I can shorten that by taking the Scotland Ferry.

Have to go pick up my car later, though. That’s another 2 hours.

Damnit.

Shouldn’t have checked that bag. If I’d left at 6:00 when I woke up from my nap, I’d be home by now.

What are we up to, 10:00 am now? I’m afraid to ask.

Power’s back on in the terminal. That’s something, I guess.

And just to think: I get to drive another hour once I land to get home.

Glad I took a vacation day today. Yeppers.

Totally exhausted now. Still waiting for the funny part.