I’ve returned from my visit to Mom’s house in West Virginia. As usual, the trip was filled with family drama and air travel trauma. I’m mostly recovered from both.
The occasion: a dinner party celebrating Baby Sister’s marriage and introduce her new baby to the extended family. Since all of us sisters were there, we took the obligatory group photo — sans makeup and wearing these lovely matching t-shirts gifted to us by Second-Born. Back row, Third-Born and Second-Born. Front row, Baby Sister and me. The other photo is of me and my new nephew taken the same morning. (Laugh while you can, folks. This may be the only photo in existence of me holding an infant.)
As for travel trauma, let’s just say that if you’ve heard air travel is bad these days… it’s worse. I had the most maddening example of excruciatingly bad service on the return flight out of Charleston, WV. The Delta flight arrived 30 minutes late, then the ground crew held us hostage in the boarding area until they coerced six ticketed passengers to forfeit their seats. When we finally boarded, they asked for two more volunteers to forfeit their seats because we were still 300 pounds overweight. Then they asked two more volunteers seated in the front of the plane to move to the back of the plane to redistribute the remaining weight.
When we arrived in Atlanta nearly an hour past-due, we were held on the tarmac for 15 minutes because they were “short-staffed” on the ground crew. When they finally released us, my mad dash from C36 to E4 was hampered by a non-functioning tram and a broken escalator. Gads! I made the flight, but only barely and only by risking permanent injury. If you’re planning air travel anytime soon, be afraid. Be very afraid.