Upon landing in Chicago I wondered
where our friendly volunteer, directing us to the easy way to go from one
terminal to another, hangs out now. We had to collect our check-in bag. I had forgotten
about this step. All bags and we had to go through security once more. We had
to do the entire process of taking off shoes, etc. because again there was no
indication on our tickets that we had the pre check option. Luckily our plane
was not leaving any time soon so it was not a problem, but I was happy to be
done with that.
As we were looking for the place we
needed to go, I saw one of the people from our airline to ask. I also commented
on the condition of my ticket so they printed me a new one which included the
usual pre check ability. I should have asked for that sooner.
We were too early and could not learn
our assigned gate number. When we did learn that number we moved into the area
only to learn after a half hour wait that our gate had been changed. That happened
once more before we finally got on a later plane.
In the meantime Leroy had texted our
downstairs friends to let them know what was happening since they had agreed to
pick us up. In Chicago I turned on my phone to find a message from them,
wondering if we were still coming home at the same time. I straightened that
out. At this time Leroy was getting texts from someone who talked about being
stranded in an airport while on their way to Myanmar. Only after we got home
did we learn that both Leroy and Robin had the wrong phone numbers for each
other. They had not been communicating with each other, but some strangers who
asked few questions.
Paula
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