First Leg

I get to the airport 2 hours early, and Southwest Airlines doesn’t have info about my flight info. I find one of the desk, that isn’t helping customers, and ask what gate my flight is to be. She gave me my gate, but it was like I was interrupting her.
I watched episodes Daria for 90 minutes, and then got up to use the bathroom. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before we were boarded, I made the mistake of people watching. A man with 3 kids comes over and sits next tome. He yells out to a woman walking in a crowd. She hands the eldest child a package of Q-Tips. All three kids proceed to use them to clean out their ears! Have these people heard of a bathroom?
Shortly after that, some woman walks by dragging her possessions in a big plastic bag. I felt like I was in a Greyhound Bus station.
I was first in line for the first time in my life. I wish I hadn’t. A little boy flying to Denver alone, was leaving his father behind. It was heart breaking to watch the little guy say good-bye to his father.
We took off 20 minutes late. Thank goodness the I paid the extra $25 to fly business class. I was able to get an isles seat in row 4. As I got exiting the gate, I looked to my right, and in big red letters, I read, “Seattle”. I also heard the woman call for boarding A15-A30. Talk about a close one.
Spent most of the flight reading Tim Dorsey’s Gator A-Go-Go, a book about spring break in Florida.
I always get turned around once I get off a plane. This time I took the elevator to the 2nd floor. I asked the lady from Alamo how I get to the shuttles. She replied, “go to the 3rd floor.“ I told her I was being a bit spacey. She replied with a smile, “that happens all the time.”
It’s odd. This time I noticed that the people associated with the Tampa to Denver flight weren’t very friendly. The Denver to Seattle all the way around, was a much more pleasant group. Even the person at the gate would smile.

Sorry no pictures. The windows are filthy. My view is of Seattle’s new rail system, and the control tower at Sea-Tac.