The machine read my passport, told me who I am, and offered me more leg room for an extra $99. No thanks. Then it refused to assign me a seat. Apparently the plane is a continuing flight from LA, and they assign coach class seats at the gate, which sucks. When I booked my ticket, I know it let me choose my seat. So much for the concept of reservations.
It's now 11:50, the flight doesn't load for another 40 minutes. I wandered through the duty-free store, and somehow was not surprised that the prices were a good 25-50% higher than normal retail. Also walked through a travel stuff store, and they had the same adapters I bought last night for less than Radio Shack. Oy.
The loading gate is downstairs, and I'm there now in a booth which was set up to be a phone booth, but the phone was never installed. There's an AC outlet which works, and a counter top the right size for a laptop, and a nice bench to sit on. And the airport wireless is t-mobile, which I have an account on.
This is the part of traveling I hate. Waiting. I was up at the usual time this morning, but didn't have to leave the house until 10, so there was an extra hour of waiting there too. I filled it by watching some inane morning shows on TV, then firing up the playstation and playing Time Crisis 3 left-handed.Until my arm got tired, then I switched to right-handed. Went upstairs where the cats had repossessed my bed, and brushed them with the undercoat brush.They both needed it, especially Pumpkin, who was starting to mat up a little.
The item I forgot to pack is a jacket, which I remembered just before heading out the door.
