Have you ever been on a plane, sitting at the gate, waiting for the pushback, wondering what's taking so long. Then some clod come running down the jetway and down the aisle -- searching for a place to stow his several carryons.
Well, that was me today.
I got to the airport in plenty of time and did the self checkin thing. I thought I had requested one checked. Apparently I hadn't. So I waited. And waited. And waited for my name to be called.
Eventually people who checked in well after me were getting called. I guess I had made an error somewhere (senior moment #1). But I barely made my plane.
So I'll be blogging from beautiful Irvine/Santa Ana California for the next two weeks. Beal is looking to buy stuff and I'm here playing tech support guy.
Oh, and I checked into the wrong hotel. Senior moment #2.
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