It is Friday, and Fridays are for fun. I am so thankful that I won’t spend any of the holiday weekend at the airport. I remember a time when we could go to the airport and watch the planes take off and land. A time before passengers were herded like cattle through a maze before being packed like sardines into an airplane.
Your flight may be on time or maybe cancelled. I recall waiting on a tarmac for around four hours due to a maintenance issue, and that time we stayed overnight in Philadelphia on the way home from Florida because they didn’t have an airplane.
I just love the way passengers have to be at the airport an hour or two before the flight but the flight can be a day late.
I am happy to be home for the holiday.
