For what it’s worth, my last post was written about 18 hours ago, but I forgot to push the publish button at the time. You’d think I’d be better at using software I wrote.
Whoever said getting there is half the fun never got there by airplane, at least not in the contemporary world of commercial air travel. I’ve completed two of my three flights to Montpellier and am now at Charles de Gaulle Airport. On both flights, I had people spilling over armrests into my seat. On the first flight from Phoenix to Salt Lake City, it was a morbidly obese man who really couldn’t fit completely into a main cabin seat. On the second flight from Salt Lake City to Paris, it was a young French woman who, while sleeping, unwittingly used my shoulder as a headrest. I was decidedly less bothered by the latter encroachment.
The flight to Paris arrived a bit early, but as often happens here, all the proper jetways were in use. Ironically, for those of us making connections, having to walk down the stairs and take a bus to the terminal actually put us in a more central location, shortening the delay to my plate of bacon and eggs.
