4th March 2024
As human beings we tolerate a lot, and that is tested at the airport.
Gerald Ford International has changed out of all recognition. For one thing you could always find a parking spot close to the terminal, not now, you are lucky if you find one on the first floor.
Next, you could arrive quite late and still get checked in, now it is different.
I got there with forty minutes to go, and was told by a young uniformed Asian lad, that I had missed the baggage check. At least I think that’s what he said.
My option was to take it all through security and try to get it tagged at the gate.
Of course they found my shaving foam.
“ That container is too large to take through” the officer said, “I will have to confiscate it”.
Fortunately that was the only issue, but then I had a long walk to the gate.
It certainly has changed, it is all very modern, It used to be a small cosy place with plenty of seating to wait, if you were getting up courage to fly, or wait for people to arrive.
The flight was full, and I hate it when someone has the aisle seat and immediately close the shade. They don’t own the bloody shade, that and the baby crying made the start of the trip annoying. I was watching a girl in a row in front constantly on her phone furiously typing messages then opening up other apps, all the bloody time, there was not a break, it was like her life depended on it.
Once in Chicago, I called Kelli to let her know I had arrived, and stopped for a coffee at Starbucks, but they were only accepting cards, I had a crisp twenty, another annoying situation.
There are Asian people working everywhere, and I was fed up with asking them to repeat everything.
All this trauma, and I wasn’t on the big plane yet.
Another Lifetime to go 