Through a combination of leaving late, going onto autopilot and missing the turn onto 405, unusually high parking lot occupancy levels, a long shuttle delay, and of course the security line, I missed my afternoon flight. I was supposed to arrive in St. Louis at 11:45 PM, but now I'm killing five hours in the Seattle airport and at midnight I'll have another seven to kill in Denver, before finally reaching St. Louis at 10:25 AM. So, a good chance to catch up on blogging.
This is only the second time I've ever missed a flight, and it wasn't nip and tuck-- I don't think even Vista slipped this badly. I'm glad I'm traveling alone. I have a higher tolerance for discomfort than The F has, so finding a place to hunker down for a spell isn't such a big deal to me. I've got my laptop, books, iPod, GameBoy, puzzles... throw in a generator and some MREs and I'd be set.
I will note, however, that Sea-Tac's recent redesign of its main concourse created a bright, sunny atrium with lots of tables and vendors, a wide view of the tarmac, and a nifty hanging sculpture of a bird and its reflection, but no power outlets. And a big middle finger of disgust to Valve Software for requiring a network connection to play Half Life 2 Episode One. I didn't pirate your freakin' game, jerkwads-- how about letting me play the damn thing wherever and however I damn well want? Like when I have a whole bunch of hours to kill and I'd like to forget that I'm in an airport?!
See, I'm taking the whole situation quite well.
Posted by Peter at September 19, 2007 4:40 PM