Finally back in Portland

I got home shortly after midnight with much relief.

My flight out of Minneapolis boarded about ten minutes late, delayed first because we had no flight attendants. Their flight out of Atlanta had been delayed due to weather so they were racing to get to us.

Since this flight was also very full they offered to check luggage through to Portland, but I declined. Thank you, I wanted to arrive with my undies intact this time.

Once we were boarded, they had to hold the plane because a passenger was apparently running to us after a tight connection. Then he never arrived. The flight attendants guess was that he stopped someplace to have a smoke. Then after they shut the doors, we sat there because the ramp crew had a shift change. Sigh.

All in all though we only got home a half hour late, which given my timing on this one isn’t bad. It did put me late enough that taking the MAX home wasn’t a good option so Rob came out to get me.

People, the reason that the active zone is for loading and unloading only is that you cause a traffic jam when you park there.  It slows things down for everyone.  This one guy parked for fifteen minutes and when the traffic cop told him to move, he pulled forward fifteen feet and stopped again.  The cop pulled out his ticket book, which the fellow saw, and he pulled forward fifteen feet AGAIN and stopped. It was so childish.

Rob did finally get through the zombie hoards to fetch me and we came home. It is very, very nice to be here.