Jan 07, 2010
May 10, 2010
Oh, Dallas. As my flight landed the plane steward stated that all flights to London were to head to gate B24. My flight was to depart in twenty minutes. The blackberry woman next to me gave me a quizzical brow and told me "they never put ya'll's international flights from terminal B..." then she whipped out her magical blackberry and with the touch of a single button called up the airlines. Turns out it was out of terminal D. Thank you, Texas technology woman. I wouldn't have made my flight without you. I jumped on the rail cart, or whatever they call them, and made it to D24 without a headache. I ended up getting a middle seat. The girl to my right was on her way to study abroad in London, the man to my left, you guessed it... was a big, grumpy, snoring, fat man...