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Home at last!

I flew back from Chicago today and nearly missed my plane, which kind of sucked. On one hand, it’s nice that everyone wanted to talk to me while I was in town.  It makes me feel appreciated, which is always lovely.  On the other hand, I would have preferred that this appreciation not take the form of a conga line between me and the exit as I rush out to catch my plane.

By the time I got to the airport, the plane was about to board, there was a crazy huge line at security, and for some reason known only to the IT department at American Airlines, seats couldn’t be assigned as normal, which meant another delay at the gate.

Being awesome, I defeated all of the the airport’s diabolical schemes to stop me, so all it could really do at that point was to tell me how it felt about me via sneaky gate assignment:

Think license plate.

On the plus side, I did get to ride the best escalator (bescalator!) in the world when I got back to DFW:

Wouldn't it have been easier to land the plane first?

Pro Tip: Do not yell ‘WHEEEEE!’ all the way down the escalator.  Apparently airport security has no tolerance for FUN.