After a leisurely brunch, we packed up and drove down to the airport. It didn’t take long at all, and by the time we got to the terminal, I still had about 2.5 hours before my flight – but there was another flight that was leaving in 30 minutes, so we managed to get me on standby. Going through security was easy, but my 83-year old grandmother, of course, got flagged and searched by the TSA. She does have a knee implant, so I can understand the need to doublecheck her – but she doesn’t exactly fit the profile of a likely terrorist. Go Homeland Security!
I managed to get on the earlier flight, even though it was a middle seat, but since the flight was so short, it was tolerable. But although we left the gate on time, we sat on the tarmac for 45-minutes. ‘Paperwork” issues, they said. Umm… can’t they just do that BEFORE the flight? Sheesh. I still got home about an hour earlier than originally planned, so in the end it all worked out anyways.