If my colleagues at Star are reading this: take note! I care about getting to work on time.
It has been a draining three days, but my mileage run around the world is near completion: one flight remains.
This morning I arrived in Chicago from Sao Paulo at 0605. My next flight was to Newark and did not depart until 0900. There was, however, a 0700 flight (nothing in-between) that I was determined to make. Dulles has not been good to me lately in terms of delays and I did not want to arrive at Dulles late tonight and face the chance of missing the late flight to Frankfurt or seeing it delayed to a point that would cost me another day of work. Thunderstorms are in the area…
So I rushed through immigration and made it out and up to the train in under ten minutes. I hurried over to Terminal A and slid into the elite security line where a very rude TSA supervisor was not at all happy that I opted out of the full body scanner (more on that in a later post). I had to wait a bit for the patdown, but finally got through the checkpoint at 06:42 and quickly walked down the the Newark gate.
I had to sacrifice my upgrade on the 0900 flight, but I got on the earlier flight and was on my way to Newark in the back of the plane.
My next flight was from Newark to Boston on CO. I was confirmed in business class on the 1330 flight, but squeezed onto the 1105 flight, getting me into Boston just around 12:45 thanks to an ATC delay. The flight was only 40 minutes long so sacrificing the upgrade was not a huge loss.
As I rushed from the Continental terminal to the United terminal at Boston Logan (I was promised a golf cart, but it never showed and I got impatient) I reached for my passport and could not find it. I got to the United 1K counter and had them call over to CO. They had already located the passport where I left it in the seatback pocket and already called my home. The 1K agent who helped me out was great, moving me from the 1900 flight to the 1330 flight to Washington Dulles and telling me to go to the gate and she would get my passport.
I ended up in a middle seat and was one of the last to board. The GA was gate checking every bag, but I slid by her and stuffed my rollerboard under my seat–eliminating all my legroom but saving me a lot of time and hassle at Dulles.
Now I am at Dulles, trying to get on the 1700 flight to Frankfurt so I can be into work at 0700 tomorrow. The matrons are telling me no standby is permitted, but I am confident I will get on the flight.
Oh what a day. Did I mention that my connection in Sao Paulo, Brazil was under one hour?