Well, I'm back on my mountain this morning. I rolled in late last night from San Diego via a completely chaotic O'Hare.
An odd occurrence:
A group of passengers at our gate at O'Hare had attempted to go on standby. Wherever they came from, apparently their luggage had gone on a different plane because these people had been on standby too long - or some such.
Well, the attendant was giving them hell because their luggage had gone a different route and FAA regulations require that one's luggage be on the plane with the passenger. She was refusing to allow them on the plane because of this. They were all mad. She was frenzied. I was shaking my head in amazement.
To put an interesting twist on the story: when I got into Greensboro last night, my luggage didn't appear on the carousel with everyone elses. My thought was, "Uh oh." But it had arrived on an earlier flight somehow - from Washington Dulles ......
Somewhere in the bowels of United Airlines headquarters, all this makes sense. Or is accepted as just another day in happyland.
Me? I'm just glad to be back on my mountain.
