Remember when airline travel was both exciting and relaxing? You could actually run up to the gate and enter the plane as the doors closed. Attendants were cheerful. Drinks and MEALS were served. On real dishes. The restroom allowed space to turn around.
9-11 took airline travel to a low. COVID took it subterranean. During one trip last year, Mike and I tracked over 2800 steps to get from SD’s condo in Chicago to the gate at O’Hare International Airport. The majority of steps were exercised in the airport itself, from the train through security and to the gate which was of course, at the end of the terminal.
Normally I pick up Nuts on Clark popcorn for the boys, but this was the wrong wing. They would have to wait for the next trip.
I had also planned to pick up coffee to enjoy in the long wait for the flight. Lines of customers at my usual haunt extended down the hall. I decided to visit the Starbucks at the food court closest to our gate. Surprisingly, at 11 am, the only vendor open was the bar. That says something about American travelers. Or American entrepreneurship.
To assure that my iPad would keep me semi-unconscious throughout the journey, I looked for a charger. O’Hare American terminal as chargers under the seats in the waiting area. Wherever I found an empty seat, the charger wasn’t working. That says something about American Airlines.
The terminal was packed, security was slow. The noise was fatiguing. I was glad that I had eaten breakfast before leaving the condo.
Boarding the plane used to relieve me. This flight overbooked, seats narrowed, leg room nonexistent, and no refreshments, I looked farther ahead to getting into ED’s car which was parked at Sky Harbor in Phoenix. After several days, it would be hot. But it would be home.