What a difference a seat makes… just a few little numbers. After staying up until 2am this morning packing, and tearing apart our house and making sure everything was in order, Carter and I made one last trip to Target (for an extra duffle and all important toothbrush covers) and then cabbed it to SFO. Eighty bucks… at least they weren’t Euros.
Once at the airport we cashed in our dollars for Euros, and I tried not to do math; it was easier that way. Thinking of this as monopoly money makes the heartbreak of the weak dollar a little more palatable. I am in a decidedly positive mood. By this I mean, I have decided to Pollyanna this whole trip (Pollyanna is a verb).
Already we saved a whole dollar by buying two bags of trail mix instead of one at the airport gift shop. I am trying to forget about the two bags from Trader Joe’s that I had so carefully chosen and stashed in my carryon – faux M&M’s win out over goji berries.
Carter got on the plane first because I had not yet been assigned a seat – something about, “We are just slightly overbooked,” and “Please see a representative at the counter if you wouldn’t mind leaving tomorrow with a stop in Denver,” makes me a little nervous about my potential seating assignment.
Carter, who is accustomed to traveling business class, is already less than thrilled that the prospect of sitting with me comes with a seat in coach. He texts me from the plane to say that not only is his seat near the back of coach, it’s in the middle of the center section. Ouch. As I receive the fateful text, I am called to the counter to get my seat assignment. The man in his midnight blue United uniform asks whether Carter’s already on the plane. He says the only way he can get us together is to reissue Carter’s initial assignment. Oh great, I think, not only will our seats suck, now Carter will have to move, too. As I board the plane, I call Carter and tell him to move to our new spot.
Moments later, I find my husband seated and smiling in an exit row. Thank Zeus! We have a whole play area in front of us and plenty of room to stretch our legs and sleep face first on our tray tables. Perhaps we’ll have to make a sacrifice to the gods to show our gratitude. I even get to watch most of The Golden Compass which I have been trying to figure out a way to see, without Netflixing, since I finished the book some months ago. Good flight.
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