(Sorry, I really don’t feel like doing a write up now. Hopefully, these notes will do)
10:15am – leave house
12:07pm – arrive in Harrisburg
12:35pm – locate the Sheet z across from the airport. Sandwiches is awful, fountain drink is okay… okay, the 2nd one was (as I dumped the first one out).
12:48pm – arrive at MDT, agent for American Airlines cannot find my tickets tells me it is MY responsibility to call Travel agent or booking site to find it.
12:59 pm – shouting my name and phone number into the phone just to get: “Sir, I can not hear you. I am hanging up.” *click*
1:07pm – try to call Expedia. Get nowhere. Go inside. “Try the other airlines.”
1:28pm – none of the other airlines can find my flight on AA either.
1:35pm – I have no choice. I MUST get a new ticket for an extra $100 plus taxes and fees. It is too late because the flight I was trying to get onto is already making its “final boarding call.”
1:48pm – have tickets in hand, go through security to have power happy TSA agent rip my bag open and lecture me about the toiletries in my clear mesh bag. She then informs me that if I continue “arguing with a federal agent” (apparently we are seeing two different things here) the officers surrounding me would “be more than happy to discuss it with you in our holding cell.”
1:54pm – Get to the other side of the “hey, that’s my fat, ugly, hairy stomach hanging out when I lift my arms, this isn’t awkward or embarrassing at all” machine and one of the intimidation agents from a few moments ago stops me and asks if there is “any medical condition that would impede me doing a full pat down of your persons?”
“Actually, yes, it’s called Autism Spectrum disorder and it means I have severe, um, dislike of strang…,” and of course he does it anyway. Thanks for making me to talk to myself. It almost distracted me from the patdown. No, it didn’t.
“You can go now. Have a nice day.”
2:15pm – board flight as usual. It is probably the smallest plane I have ever been on. I can literally barely fit down the aisle, but my bag fit in the overhead… once I was able to figure out how to get it up there without hitting the passengers in the surrounding seats.
2:22pm – take off.
3pm – arrive at PHL for my 2hr, 15 minutes layover.
4:15pm – get early dinner at airport. Chicken was all right, but fries were cold.
4:23pm – return to terminal. Flight boards in an hour and twenty minutes.
4:47pm – Passengers from plane I’m going out on are disembarking.
5:11pm – “Once again, this is a completely full flight. ALL passengers in groups 7 or higher MUST check their carry on baggage.”
5:13 PM – cool. I’m in… group 8. Yah.
5:27 pm – boarding begins. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere for the next 10-15 minutes.
5:47pm – finally board – it is another 10 minutes before we finished boarding and pushed back from the terminal. Just to find out we are “number 20 for take-off…”
6:44pm – Airborne. Things are starting to look up…