Readily, I admit to enduring worse flights than the one from Dallas (DFW) to Dulles (one of three in the DC area) but I knew as soon as the plane was flying over dense clouds, the buffeting would begin. American Airlines should be glad my feelings of panic kicked in to push out the feelings of outrage, annoyance and exploitation. They reminded me at the check-in counter why I fly Southwest; on top of our tickets, we had to pay extra for our luggage, 55 clams. One suitcase for a vacation should be considered reasonable yet it must not be for this struggling airline. I think it would’ve been cheaper to ship our clothes to the Silders’ house via FedEx than with AA. Their a la carte operation made me reluctant to use the bathroom because I figured the attendant charged a buck a sheet for the TP.
Enough complaining, I just won’t fly AA, I’ll suffer through the extra hour or so it takes Soutwest to get to DC next time.
Vacation went into full swing when Paul met us at the airport. He wore his Cubs attire to make sure we’d spot him at the luggage pick up. I’d recognize the big mug anywhere! Then he nicely took us to get a quick meal at the Chik-Fil-A. I’ve been in Texas too long, it was unusual to be waited on by non-Mexicans outside of Freebird’s.
We quickly got acquainted with Paul and Helen’s boys, TJ and Jack, and their pets Lemieux (cat) and Wrigley (dog). The AC/DC shirts were a hit with the boys. There were some quick stories exchanged and then dinner at a local chili parlor. Afterwards, I blacked out watching the All-Star Game on TV…hey, I hadn’t really slept since Monday afternoon.
Now I’m catching up on paperwork (work and personal) and Helen is going to make lunch. Probably something Paul won’t touch with a 10-foot pole.
More as it happens, with pictures I hope. I know one quest I have determined to finish is getting the Silders’ wireless ironed out. They have Comcast which uses provisioning and Bangalore-based call centers…there’s one afternoon shot to hell.