The trip began with a meeting of parents and pet-sitters on Claremont. We loaded the car, said goodbye to the pets and hit the road/air.
As we were wrangling our gear out of the Jeep, my mom was firing off illegal photos of us to help document the trip. Once in we discovered our flight was delayed so there was a little time before we boarded our flight from RIC to JFK. We stopped in at “Sam Adams” for our customary pre-trip Guinness. More importantly, we have some observations to share:
We would like to introduce Madam Slursalot (unfortunately no photo to provide but I will provide a visual depiction)….Cane wielding, sweat suit wearing, limping, loud mouthed woman from New York.
So, since quotes speak louder than descriptions (all quotes subject to interpretation as she did in fact slur a lot):
· “She’s a barmaid, not a bartender. That’s sexist that you called her a bartender!”
· “Your eyes are beautiful!”
· “What’s your cheapest drink?”
· “14, you really thought I was 14?” ( Mind you she was at least 60) · “I’ll have a Bud Light. Wait, if I’m going to be rednecky I might as well have a Budweiser.”
After a 20 minute delay taking off in RIC we are on schedule to make it to JFK just in time to reach our connecting flight. Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament, Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament ….No wait, that’s Atlantic City.
When what to my groggy ears do I hear?
The Pilot on the PA and the delay we feared.
We circled and circled and wondered why,
Atlantic City kept passing by…
Yep, holding pattern.
Apparently too many straws were trying to get on the camel’s back and the camel wasn’t breaking. This was announced at 6:30 and our connecting flight was scheduled to depart at 7:30. Eventually, the plane did land (nice landing captain Curtis).
We hit the tarmac at 7:15….we proceeded to crawl through JFK at a snail’s pace and arrived at our gate at 7:28…(please note the time of our departing flight above). As soon as the seat belt light binged, Becca leapt from her seat and took her place in the line to get out. Graham was right behind her.
We dodged other passengers like cones in a driver’s ed. class through the subterranean network of JFK. Unfortunately Becca wouldn’t have passed driver’s ed. (sorry trenchcoat guy). I believe the hit and run happened right around 7:29 but I don’t know since I was running like a hairless chimp at the all sandpaper petting zoo.
Awesome, we’ve got 10 gates to go and 0:00 time to do it. We fly up to the closest Delta Counter and inquire as to our flight….the response “It’s 7:30, That’s left.”
· “She’s a barmaid, not a bartender. That’s sexist that you called her a bartender!”
· “Your eyes are beautiful!”
· “What’s your cheapest drink?”
· “14, you really thought I was 14?” ( Mind you she was at least 60) · “I’ll have a Bud Light. Wait, if I’m going to be rednecky I might as well have a Budweiser.”
After a 20 minute delay taking off in RIC we are on schedule to make it to JFK just in time to reach our connecting flight. Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament, Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament ….No wait, that’s Atlantic City.
When what to my groggy ears do I hear?
The Pilot on the PA and the delay we feared.
We circled and circled and wondered why,
Atlantic City kept passing by…
Yep, holding pattern.
Apparently too many straws were trying to get on the camel’s back and the camel wasn’t breaking. This was announced at 6:30 and our connecting flight was scheduled to depart at 7:30. Eventually, the plane did land (nice landing captain Curtis).
We hit the tarmac at 7:15….we proceeded to crawl through JFK at a snail’s pace and arrived at our gate at 7:28…(please note the time of our departing flight above). As soon as the seat belt light binged, Becca leapt from her seat and took her place in the line to get out. Graham was right behind her.
We dodged other passengers like cones in a driver’s ed. class through the subterranean network of JFK. Unfortunately Becca wouldn’t have passed driver’s ed. (sorry trenchcoat guy). I believe the hit and run happened right around 7:29 but I don’t know since I was running like a hairless chimp at the all sandpaper petting zoo.
Awesome, we’ve got 10 gates to go and 0:00 time to do it. We fly up to the closest Delta Counter and inquire as to our flight….the response “It’s 7:30, That’s left.”
Dumbfounded we consulted the ugly version of that guy Thomas, Graham works with at the ski shop. He was no help. Stonewalled by Delta regulations we had no choice but to take a room at the local Ramada (what is a Ramada anyway? Let’s break it down…Ra is a sun god. Mad is something you are when you are frustrated and don’t know how to express yourself. A is an article that indicates something is one of many. Therefore, a Ramada is one of many mad sun gods).
So, we are staying at a crazy version of mad Sun Gods? Whatever. We have enjoyed the company of Bernie Q (the Connections Bartender), have laughed at the gift shop lady that tried to sell us $10 saline solution are looking forward to journey still ahead of us…
We are sure having to leave here by 4:30am will provide a few note worthy points;) See you tomorrow.
Well, that sucks, but sounds like you are having an adventure that you can already laugh at. Have FUN!!!
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