Why I should not be allowed on planes before 9AM
David Weinberger on Life
So, yesterday I'm on the 7AM flight from DC to Boston, a smallish plane with limited overhead storage and meal service that consists of smelling the coffee on the breath of the person next to you.
At the end of the flight, I stand on the tarmac, waiting for them to bring me the garment bag that I gate-checked. Bag after bag arrives and passenger after passenger leaves. Finally the last bag comes out and goes to the person next to me. I'm mentally composing the rant I'm going to deliver: How can an airline lose a bag that they took from you as your boarded? All they had to do was carry the bag 30 feet into the belly of the plane. How hard can it be to...
And then I realized that I have been holding my garment bag in my left hand the entire time. I hadn't gate-checked it after all.
I nod as if I've just completed whatever important task has kept me waiting on the tarmac and walk inside, the rush of unwarranted anger giving way to internal embarrassment.
Surely this sort of thing has never happened to you...