Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Things to do in Denver when you're delayed, Part II

1) Be sure not to get too absorbed blogging and sending e-mail on a night when your flight takes off early without an announcement.

© Peter Rozovsky 2009

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12 Comments:

Blogger Loren Eaton said...

Ouch. So very sorry.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Linkmeister said...

Been there, done that. I was reading Rolling Stone at a United gate in LA. Fortunately this was in the days when you could walk twenty yards to the Delta gate and get another flight to Hawai'i half-an-hour later.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Lauren said...

Oops. Sorry! I've done something similar at Heathrow - lucky the gate was nearby.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Loren: The worst was that I had to get up at 3 a.m. to catch a flight this morning. I should sleep well tonight, unless I drink too much coffee in an effort to stay up today.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Linkmeister, I was able to resolve the situation surprisingly well considering the state of air travel today.

The screwup was arguably my fault, but I was able to walk a few yards to United's service coutner and resolve matters in about twenty minutes. I couldn't get another flight that night, though, so I had the pleasure of waking up in time to catch a 3:45 a.m. shuttle back to the airport for 5:30 a.m. boarding.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Wow, I am heartened to discover that I am not the only luftmensch out there, the only one whose head is in the clouds when his plane is on the ground and whose feet are on the ground when his plane takes off.

Heathrow is like a little city, with plenty to distract the traveller from watching the clock. Denver's weird, big new airport is similar that way.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger seanag said...

You know, I almost did the same thing in San Jose this week! They had a half hour delay, but somehow I never heard them annouce boarding, so luckily I went over just in time to catch it. I said to the woman who took my ticket,"I guess I missed a beat." She was not sympathetic.

Luckily, the flight back to L.A. with my sister is direct.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

My accidental extended stay was odd. I heard announcements for many flights, including announcements summoning late-arriving passengers, but somehow I missed the announcement for my flight -- or did I? Could this be another one of those inexplicable DIA occurences, a plot by the lizard men to keep me from my job? They ought to try harder next time.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger seanag said...

If you actually slept in the airport, which it seems that for some brief period you did, it's pretty likely that the lizard people had all the time they needed to map your brain or whatever it was they needed. Only time will tell whether there will be any long term side effects.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

I don't think the lizard people took me over. But then, that's just what they'd want me to think, isn't it?

In fact, I did not sleep in the airport, even briefly. I missed my flight because of inattention, lack of an annoucement, or both, not because I was asleep. And once I missed the plane, I took immediate steps to book a flight for the next day and a hotel room for the night. I imagine the place has Dawn of the Dead-like aspects overnight, but I'm glad I did not have the opportunity to verify this.

My v-word reflects determination and shaky spelling skills, perhaps determination to bump off the Supreme Being: dicide

March 31, 2009  
Blogger seanag said...

No, I didn't think you missed your flight because you fell asleep. It was the hotel room in the aftermath that I didn't catch. Though if the hotel room was near the airport, the lizard people are still a really, really strong possiblity. I'd say watch your back, but it's probably a little too late for that.

March 31, 2009  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

I wonder if the lizard people have a financial interest in any of those hotels.

A food machine on the hotel's second floor would not let me pay for my brown sugar-cinnamon Pop-Tarts ® with a five-dollar bill even though a sticker on the machine stated clearly that it takes ones, twos and fives. But the machine did accept my one-dollar bills, and I suppose some people would have you believe it's coincidence that the one-dollar bill has a Masonic symbol on the back.

The lizard people and their agents on the surface pass each other messages through that machine. So if anyone at the Denver airport ever asks you "Do you have change of a dollar," you know what he's really trying to say.

March 31, 2009  

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