…in which I totally keep my cool at the airport during holiday travel. Outbound at least. No promises for the way home.
It’s never a good sign when there is no security line…you know, because there is such chaos at the check-in desks that no one has made it past Go.
Despite my mother’s best efforts, I have taken after my father when it comes to travel. I generally arrive at the airport just in time to stroll through TSA pre-check (shameless plug…best $85 I’ve ever spent!), purchase a large water bottle at Hudson News (and contemplate People & USWeekly…that’s committing to about $17!!) and saunter into my boarding group line. i.e. Just enough time.
Today was different though. I haven’t seen JD in…a week (is that really it?? It’s been a long week…). I haven’t skied in 2 years (what?!?!). And ALL of my friends have experienced travel disasters in the last 48 hours. I planned. I boarded the pooch last night and called ahead for a cab (best cab driver ever. No joke.) and was at the airport 1 hour and 57 minutes before my flight!
I was of course greeted by epic lines at the ticketing counters (I think most people were holdovers from yesterday’s delays), but I felt pretty confident. I had clearly chosen the wrong line (bajillion kids, check-in difficulties), but I was steadily moving towards the front. Then, the guy in front of me got a “need agent for further assistance” message on the automated kiosk. But the vast majority of the United personnel running around behind the desk were not, in fact, agents. They were luggage handlers. So he waited. 5-10 minutes probably (I later revised this to 15min for the sake of getting one of the three agents’ attention). I made an attempt to check my bags and encountered the same screen. So after another 5 minutes I managed to flag down an actual agent (“Excuse me! This man has been waiting over 15 minutes for some assistance.”). And yes, in case you were wondering, I definitely was selfishly hoping for some good karma to come my way.
So he got squared away and a few minutes later I got squared away. I hustled over to security and there was NO ONE in line (see above). Breezed through mostly (was randomly chosen for a “hip-to-knee pat-down”…I was wearing leggings. Not much to hide folks.) and remained positive. I clearly deserved a reward, resulting in this:
And in typical airport supply-&-demand fashion: