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January 12, 2010
Into the wild blue yonder
Being at this job, I fly to a lot of out of the way places. As you'd see from my previous entry, today I was in Albany, Georgia. Albany, it seems, has an airport. I gleefully flew to it, considering the closest major airport was 182 miles away in Atlanta.
However, this airport was the very epitome of tiny. It had one small departure area. Waiting in security, I learned that area had no bathroom. After I make an emergency bathroom run and went through security, I had a good two-minute long conversation with the TSA man about my Buffalo Bills t-shirt, and how the Bills sucked. It was positively delightful.
When I walked out to the plane, I was greeted with the staircase, and not the modern jetway. Now, I am no prima donna. I don't mind walking out to the staircase. In fact, I found it sort of romantic. This is, after all, how people back in the 30's and 40's boarded airplanes - out on a windswept tarmac, as engines blew hot air around the passengers. I'd probably think differently if there was a driving rain.
The downside to this was the airplane was so small, I had nowhere to fit my roller bag, so I had to check it. If there is a way to feel useless, it's to be on an airplane without that bag. Even if I had no intention of using it, and it would only crowd my feet, there's a certain safety to it, like if we suddenly became stranded on an island (a highly unlikely scenario for a flight entirely over land), at least i'd have my laptop and some paper. I'm sure there'd be outlets.
entry no. 1421
Posted at January 12, 2010 07:48 PM