Today is my first flight since getting the TSA fast-pass, and I will say that getting through security is a dream.
I’m going to find a place to live in Monterey and thought this trip I’d outwit the gremlins that plagued my last trip to the left coast.
Not so fast.
That’s what the Universe said, “Slow your roll.” Not much choice when I’m crammed onto a plane with 200 other people and no a/c and a gimpy engine.
We left the gate, but apparently Simon didn’t say we could leave the gate, because now we are back at the gate. (maybe this is a game of red rover?)
My assessment, based on the outside temp below, is that I am in hell.
Where do you go to apply for good airplane karma? I’ll give up all the miles in Texas for some of that.