Such a day… Some serious flying with amateurs going on when I left San Francisco, such as the woman at the head of the boarding line who had to dig through her jacket and two bags to find her boarding pass. Or the other woman on the plane who didn’t know what the row numbers meant.
The airbridge in Denver was positively Dantean in its chill. Given that the local temp is about -12 F, that’s not so surprising. Now my new boarding pass for Omaha is the dreaded SSSS pass, which is basically a request for any TSA official or peace officer to take me down. (If you’ve never enjoyed that particular code, it flags you as the highest security risk class of flyer — in my case because I arrived on a last-minute ticket, changed airlines, and checked in to this airline already inside the secured area. Not like the airlines don’t know why I did this.)
And to add insult to injury, I had to pay $24 to upgrade to a middle seat in the ‘Economy Plus’ section.
Hopefully the weather will cooperate for the rest of the day.