We last
found our favorite U-turning, wine sipping, Amsterdam bound Wackos aboard the
bus… er…uhhh, plane to JFK, but was the rest of the FLL Gate changing saga
uneventful?
Welllll,
kinda-sorta… considering the bus was late and the gate agents were scrambling
to get as many travelers have their carry-ons checked in to expedite a quick
turn-around once it arrived. This
particular ballet was amusing in that:
Traveler
A bit on the offer only to spend 5 minutes trying to understand what would
happen to his bag,
While
traveler B walked up, handed over the bag and almost walked away without the
claim-check,
and
traveler C walked back and forth from his party of 5 and the gate with
one-bag-at-a-time. [As if the 3 teenagers with him couldn’t help with this
exercise]. Oh wait… did I say they were
teens, of course, what got into me… they just couldn’t look up from there
electronics to help poor sweating dad.
Well, the
bus arrived 5 minutes ahead of its late schedule but getting passengers off was
a chore in that they had 3 wheelchair assists that insisted in getting off
first which held up the rest of the busload so a rapid turnaround seemed
doomed, but the hearty gate agents persevered, got the cleanup crew hustling
and when boarding was announced, didn’t bother to check the zones as the
huddled masses at Gate D1 charged forward like a fevered fan-mob charging the
stage at a Justin Beiber concert when they heard free tickets for next year…
With
Chucky in the lead. Hey, he wanted to insure a spot for his “Stuff”, as the
ever watchful flight attendant suspiciously eyed his overstuffed [he had
rearranged it all after leaving TSA] LUGgage being jammed into the “Tiny”
overhead bins, but he prevailed, and was strapped in before the main rush hit
his section.
Take off
was another thing with our late bus now #8 in line for blast off but once the
driver made the last turn, it was Rocket time and they were Blazing Off Into the
Wild Blue Yonder… or sumpin’ like that.
The
Flight crew wasted no time in heading down the aisle with “coffee, tea, my
roommate or me” [Oh wait, that was in the ‘60’s on National and Eastern
airlines,] all they offered now was coffee, water, coke and those tiny little
packets of funky pretzels.
Now the
next challenge for our fun-loving duo was how to navigate the transfer from terminal
2 to terminal 4 at JFK, not knowing how far there arrival gate was from gate
C60 where the shuttle busses would load for the “6 minute” trip [so it said
online] and how much time the crew in the front could make up in the air so the
Wacky American Tourist and Ever-Lovely Dragon Lady could make their connection.
Well now
Dear Hearts, since the previous post was composed onboard the flight to A’dam,
you can surmise that, They Made IT!!! HUZZAH [Aww common with the HUZZAH stuff]
Their
arrival gate was C62, the hustle to the Bus at Gate C60 was fairly easy, the
transfer to gate B18 “7 Minutes” with a short walk to Gate B24, [not quite out near
the Hamptons] and all was well in his nervous little world., until…
Uhh…
before this gets too long, you'll just have to wait for Part Trois for:
The Rest
Of The Depareture Chaos Saga.
Ohhhh you're
gonna love the next one.
Uhhh,
Scotch please.
Ciao 4 Now
Uncle
Chuck & The still foggy and groggy,
Dragon
Lady
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