I’m writing this at about 1145p on August 30. Five years ago right now, we were somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean on our way to Edinburgh, Scotland.
We almost missed our flight because as we were laying over, the airline or airport switched not only the gate but the entire terminal in the Philadelphia airport. We didn’t know this until about 20 minutes before our flight was scheduled to depart. We were told to run. No one called to warn them that we were bustling our way over there. We were not running but we were walking very fast to get to the correct terminal.
We were several gates away and one of those carts went by carrying some girl to wherever she was going. We were getting closer and we could hear “Scorp, party of two.” It wasn’t Scorp but our real last name (well, hers to be). “Scorp, party of two. Last call!” I had to yell “we’re coming!!!!” We get to the gate and the girl on the cart that passed us was getting on the plane. We were literally the last ones to board. In fact, they closed the door behind me.
Since we were the last ones to get on, and it was a full flight, that meant that there was no room in the overhead bins. We had to put our carryon’s under our feet and fly eight hours like that. The BCPF nodded off for a bit but was awakened by the girl at the window having to go to the bathroom just as she fell asleep. I can’t sleep without my CPAP so I can’t sleep on those flights. That’s a shame. I need a portable one that runs on batteries or something.
Anyway, at this time we’re still flying. We’ll talk more about that this weekend.
Happy beginning of the holiday weekend and our anniversary weekend!
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“Edinburgh is so cultural and such a beautiful place to walk around.” – Rupert Friend