So there I was with my “tight connection” which turned into a good hour delay, sitting with my bag, wondering if anyone thought it was a pretty rose color. We finally boarded, I in the back of the plane with friendly passengers and a dog named Gus next to me under the seat. We sat. And sat. We had a mechanical! We could deplane, but of course, only if we dragged our bags with us.
I was SO wishing I had gate checked my bag because I would have gotten off for the 45 minute delay. But to drag a bag down and through the aisle again, only to come back with it to row 33? I sat, musing that we should just all deplane and get a new aircraft. Which we did.
Three hours later from the schedule we were on our way, with me unhappily lugging my bag to a new gate and tossing it overhead yet again. Of course, the good news was that I didn’t have to wait to retrieve it at DIA and my ride was swift in arriving near midnight.
I’m still checking my bag from here on out, “Ponna.” And you’re shorter than I am! How do you throw that thing up there?
Next time – part three – the blessings of travel.
Don’t know, but it always seems to make it up there or underneath the seat. I really can’t take the chance, don’t always get standby!! Glad your suitcase is home and so are you!