In Which the End Is Nigh
I hadn't really paid attention to when my connecting flight would be leaving, beyond noting that I had an hour to catch it–more than enough for a middling-large airport like Denver. I read the newspaper while waiting for takeoff in Montreal, and during the flight, I listened to music and watched an in-flight movie ('I Do'–funny and light and very French), and finally, I dozed.
I noticed dimly that some of the other passengers were becoming restless, to the point that they were swarming the flight staff and attempting to migrate en masse to the ‘executive’ seating at the front of the plane. As we taxied in to the gate, the flight attendant informed us that some of the passengers had tight connections, and asked us to let them off first. He then apologized for the ‘delay’ we had experienced.
What delay? Turns out that while I was doing all that reading, movie-watching and sleeping, we had gotten an hour behind—and by the time I disembarked, my connecting flight had already departed.
Don’t worry; I’ll only be trapped in the Denver Airport for two more hours before my next flight leaves. And I’m confident I’ll see my suitcase again someday.
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May 15th, 2007 at 4:13 pm
What newspaper? I once got a lot of flack for flying home and carrying a New York Times in my hand. Funny how my parents freak out more about a liberal newspaper than the fact that their only son is a homosexual.
I take it you flew United? Or perhaps Air Canada on one leg and United on the other? Damn, I’m good!
Oh, and on an unrelated note, the little word verification thing says “zmeth.” It sounds like some sort of new drug. I haven’t had a good one since the last time I left a comment on someone’s blog and the word verification was “tiiits.”
May 15th, 2007 at 5:50 pm
[Note: I posted this blog entry from my cellular phone, and it arrived truncated. Above is the corrected, lengthened, expanded version.]
It wasn’t a newspaper I’d ever heard of before—just some Canadian daily that Air Canada handed me when I got on board. For all I know, it’s printed specially for the airline. I only read it out of sheer desperation, as it was just as obsessed with the recent Parti Québécois leadership turnover as the Montréal media had been (i.e., far more obsessed than I am). The same desperate boredom, incidentally, later forced me to buy three books at the Denver Airport bookstore while I was waiting, despite the fact that even I can’t read three normal-sized books in three hours.
And you should probably know that, like its AdSense text ads, Google generates the Blogger word-verification “CAPTCHAs” based on context—in this case, on the individual user’s personal internet history. I think we’d all be interested in knowing what sites YOU’VE been surfing to. LOL
May 16th, 2007 at 9:06 am
Well right now I have “HANEGYK.” Call me paranoid, but I think that Google somehow knew that I was searching for Guyanese underwear models. Why? You’ve got the “hanes” brand and “.gy” is the internet country code to-level domain for websites based in Guyana. Now about the “K”…I’m not sure about that.
May 17th, 2007 at 12:44 am
Your every secret laid bare and shouted from the rooftops: Google is doing the Lord’s work. LOL