Waiting with fatigue and frustration to get back onto the plane I just got off of….
I was supposed to have to change planes in Denver for the one going to Baltimore, but then the airline gods decided to do a plane swap. My connecting flight is on the very 737 that delivered me here.
Why, then, am I waiting, you may be wondering?Because the swapped-out flight crew isn’t here yet. Just the plane, the pilot and the passengers. This would be funny if I didn’t want so badly for this trip that I dreaded for a month to finally be over.
With all this swapping strangeness, my great concern is that my staff is either going to be left in Denver or shipped off to Kansas City, the original destination of the aircraft. In any case, my butt will either be in the yoga room or on the squash court with my spare about fifteen hours from now.
Yes. I’m counting.