The saying that all good things must end is all too true.
Our flight left late, thanks to mass confusion (and crowding) in the security area. Only 2 scanners were in operation until some bright light noticed that the crowd was spilling into the airport entrance and opened another scanner. The delay was further compounded by no less than 22 wheelchair folks needing pre-boarding. I'll swear I saw some of these folks sprinting down to the gate just before plopping themselves into their wheelchairs. Believe me when I say it took about 20 minutes to get these folks on board. We were lined up in the jetway like cattle.
The flight was full, so more delays as the rest of us boarded and stowed our overflowing belongings. When we finally left the gate, I emphatically told the captain there would be no more early afternoon flights home. We would leave on the early evening flight and that was how it would be. Smart man made no comment.
Thanks to tailwinds (opposite of the headwinds that tried to hold us up on the way down), we arrived just a few minutes late. The great thing about MacArthur Airport is that within 10 minutes of deplaning, we were throwing our bags into the back of the Explorer and heading home.
After a dinner of pizza and wine, it was back to the grind. Work tomorrow.........
Post Script: for those of you who actually enjoy reading this blog, you know that not much gets posted between trips. This time, I promise you some surprises, so stay tuned. If you are dying to know what's coming, well, you'll just have to wait. LOL