My flight was supposed to leave at 8:00am, but when I tried to check in I learned that it had been canceled (surprise!). “Not to worry,” said the agent comfortingly, “we’ve already rebooked you for the first flight out on Friday morning.” Her benevolent smile evaporated when I reminded her that this was Wednesday morning, and that suggested that two days in the airport wasn’t acceptable.
Thus began a morning of handwringing and anxiety for the United agents as they called around to other airlines and tried to figure out how to operate their printer. They never succeeded in the latter endeavor, so finally they sent me over to the Delta line with a handwritten note along the lines of “Hi Delta, Please let this guy on your plane. Love and kisses, United.”
The line at Delta was longer than at United. It would have been a boring wait if I hadn’t been so intrigued by the fact that Alaskans apparently celebrate Christmas with giant spiders.
|Yes, kids, if you’re really good this year, a giant spider will crawl out of our chimney!|
Nine hours later, I finally boarded the plane to Salt Lake. After another hour’s delay on the runway, we were on our way. Farewell, Denver!