It’s no doubt that there was a time when flying seemed much more rare and illusive. I remember looking at planes in the sky as a young girl in amazement that people were actually on those planes or “in them” as I thought then. I also distinctly remember wondering what they were doing, as the know-it-all neighbor kid explained to me about stewardesses and how nice they treated you on board. It seemed like something that only the very wealthy could do. Now it seems that any and everyone can fly. With so many people flying these days, there’s no wonder there seems to be so many more problems with the airlines.
Flying has the potential for so many twists. I recall arriving at the airport this past May to learn about the new charge for the second bag- a byproduct of increased gas prices. I recall when weight limits got much stricter. Several years ago I purchased a very large piece of luggage so that I could streamline my packing into one piece. Now I don’t even use that bag because filling it up takes me over the 50 lb. weight limit. The bag itself probably takes up half of that.
Yesterday morning when I arrived at the airport in Philadelphia to return to Baton Rouge, I learned that I didn’t have a seat assignment because my flight was overbooked. They were seeking volunteers to stay over for a later flight for a small incentive. I certainly recall those days in the airport when I lived in DC hearing them ask for volunteers to stay over. I never even considered it. I was always desperate to get home. But yesterday, I thought, what the hell, I can do the same thing here that I’m going to do once I get home, with the exception of rolling around in my bed thanking God that I had made it home safely. It just happened that in the end, I didn’t have a choice. No one volunteered and I didn’t get a seat. They gave me the free ticket voucher anyway and upgraded my flight to first class. With all of my trips to Philly, that flight will certainly come in handy. Too bad I didn’t get a first class ticket from London :o)
So I bumped around the airport all day trying to keep myself busy. I actually spent quite a while at the Rosetta Stone vendor seeing how the program worked. I’m very interested in learning French now that I’ve been to Paris. I think speaking another language is so cool. Apparently it’s becoming a big business. I’ve never seen independent Rosetta Stone vendors.
But I arrived in Baton Rouge just after 8 PM last night safe and sound and that’s a blessing itself. Everything is just as I left it and it’s great to be home. It’s always wonderful getting to that final destination. The airlines have thier problems, but it's convenient and definitely here to stay.
As I sat on the plane yesterday, looking out of the window, I couldn’t help but to remember those days of looking up at the planes wondering what was going on “in there,” and now I know. Yesterday as I sat in seat 1A, the very first seat in first class, and the stewardess approached me to ask if I wanted a glass of wine as I turned back to my laptop to complete this very blog entry, I thought, “Well, maybe there’s still a little bit of glamour in flying.” :o)