And why do I fly again???

Portland to Montreal, sounds simple. I was going to be in Montreal by 5:10pm with my luggage and life is good. WRONG.

Portland to St. Paul to Montreal.

What really happened:

Portland to St. Paul to Detroit to Montreal.

I arrived in Montreal at 1am.

Let's recap the flight of my luggage:

Portland to St. Paul to who the hell knows where. lost, gone, missing, not with me anymore, "D" all of the above.

So, now I sit in Three Rivers in the same cloths I flew out in on Tuesday. I did shower.

I think that I might do the training session in a speedo on Thursday.

I need to learn how to use "carry on" type of flying.

Pictures to follow.

Comments

WickedHamster said…

Pictures of you doing a training in a speedo? This I want to see...

5:17 PM

Travel said…

Thank you for trying to fly Northwurst airlines. They always overpromise and under deliver. If your boss ran his company like they run that airline . . . scratch that thought. I have only had one trip through those fabled connections that arrived on time with my luggage. I did learn the hard way to take with my on the plane everything that I need for the first 24 hours after my arrival, my speedo days are long past.

DG

5:33 PM

Me said…

This doesn't give me much hope about letting my babygirl fly this Christmas....

8:07 AM

WickedHamster said…

Ehh... it'll help build her character.

8:36 AM

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Today was a good day..

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