So we got up at 5.15am (yes, we're a Who song -- or a Mark Knopfler song, take your pick) and went down for breakfast. While there, the news informs us that there was a fire in the T terminal of the airport. The T terminal is where American flies out of, so we were a skosh concerned, basically bullying our way onto the full 6am shuttle because we didn't want to wait until 6.30 only to find out something else
had fucked with our flight.
But no, the fire did nothing to mess us up. The rescheduled flight was still set to take off at 8am, and they checked our luggage without charging like they said they would, and we flew through security (because of the fire, they were only allowing people in a particular set of gates to use that security station, but we were in that group, probably the only thing to go right in this misbegotten place the last 15 hours).
Then we arrive at the gate at 6.40am to find that the 6.55am flight to Miami hasn't left yet
. Why? Because one of the flight attendants lost his wallet. You really can't make this shit up. Apparently, he found his wallet, as the flight is boarding as I type this at 7.05, and we were promised that the LaGuardia flight (which isn't on the status board or the web site, which doesn't exactly fill any of us with warm fuzzies) would be boarding right after.
Never a dull moment in this fucking place.....
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: "First Post" by Jethro Tull