...meant that I got up on Wednesday morning, early enough to tag along on a short walk with the dogs. Then on to the airport to sit around and wait for the 10:30 take off. If the flight was leaving from Columbus, I could get to the airport and on the plane in under twenty minutes. But taking a flight leaving Hartsfield is not so simple or fast .It can take fifteen minutes to find a parking slot and get across the street from the deck to the terminal, taking your life in your hands. The processing through TSA can take twenty minutes or more, depending on the number of people going someplace and length of lines.
Then you have to get from the terminal to a particular concourse. Underground, after descending on the world's longest escalator, and get onto the train. You can expect that the gate number you are looking for will invariably (Murphy's Law) be at the far end from where you get of the people mover and back up the escalator into the concourse. And the foot traffic on the concourse, with people from all over the world in a mad dash, hurriedly on their way to connecting flights, more than willing to run over your toes.
It was an uneventful flight. And the seats were half-empty, so no one had assigned places. Got to Richmond about noon, and had to wait for my luggage. I was transporting goods that I knew would create problems as a carry-on, so had checked my bag on the sidewalk at ATL. Naturally we were waiting at the wrong end of the terminal at RIC at carousels that would never disgorge my suitcase. But with help, we found my luggage as well as lunch at Panera and came on to the house.
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