Sleepless in Seattle … err, Portland
Yep, back in Portland I am. My friends the Dillons have set me up with United Companion travel tickets to get back to the midwest. I've never flown standby, so I have a lot to learn about patience and security. I could probably turn this post into a lesson on how flying standby provides lessons on life, but I'll save you the pookie.
So far today I've done the following:
- showered (always a good start)
- twice not gotten the go-ahead to sit down here, as opposed to standing by
- was administered my own personal, private security check … cough (j/k … partly)
- flown to Portland from Seattle to have a better chance to get to Chicago
- consumed four shots of espresso (two for every unsuccessful flight attempt)
- met Jim Wallis – babbled, but didn't look like a complete fool … do complete fools know what it looks like to look like a complete fool?
- eaten a delicious Washington apple
So that's today. The goal is to arrive in Chicago, get picked up by Bill Dillon, and finally drive Brad and Rachel Dillon's car to Indianapolis where I will happily reunited with fellow Colts fans.