So, for anyone reading this who doesn’t know me very well, you might be curious about why the name of the blog is I Shouldn’t Travel.

Here’s an example of why:

My day started out with nervousness over missing my first flight out of DIA to Detriot, where I would pick up a connection to Erie, PA.  Why an employee based out of Colorado is flying to Pennsylvania instead of someone from Connecticut is beyond me, but logical thinking has never been very highly valued at my company.

Northwest has had this cute little habit lately of their flights actually leaving not just on time, but a few minutes early.  They are sticklers about being on board 15 minutes prior to departure, as evidenced by the time I was crying and waving frantically trying to catch the pilot’s attention.  He saw me and gestured or called to the gate agent.   The plane was still on the ground, still attached to the gate, yet the gate agent still took it away after seeing that another passenger had arrived.  I spent the next seven hours in the airport waiting for the next flight out.

Thankfully, today I left the house with just enough time to arrive at the gate as boarding was in process.  Despite the babies surrounding me on the plane, I got in a nice nap and awoke shortly before landing.  I even grabbed a gourmet vegetarian dinner, described in my previous post.  I should have (WordPress apparently does not recognize should’ve as a real word) taken a picture…

I apparently misjudged how much time I had between flights, and forgot that DTW is actually fairly large with lots of escalators and long hallways.  Including a weird seizure hallway.  So, essentially, writing my last post nearly made me miss my flight.  Me and time don’t get along so well.

I was the crazy looking person half running, half speed walking through the airport.  I am a bit out of shape and getting over a nasty cold so I was more with the speed walking… and still managed to get very painful shin splints.  Awesome right?  There is just a dinky little plane that goes between Detroit and Erie, which departs out of this separate section of the terminal down an escalator.  The walls are composed mostly of windows, and I was able to see the gate that my plane should have been in.  Should have been.  SHIT!!!  My bags are too heavy to really pick up and carry down so I was just anxiously awaiting the return to flat ground.  I reach the end of the escalator and run to the nearest gate, as the door to mine was closed.  I ask if the Erie flight has departed, and the gate agent looks at me like I am crazy and wants to know what flight number it is.  Are there really that many flights leaving for Erie within this 15 minute timespan that I could possibly be asking about lady!?  Turns out, the flight is delayed!  We are told, at 5:20 that the new departure time is 5:30.  The plane is not here yet but somehow they expect to get all the passengers off, clean it, and board us in ten minutes.  Sure, why not.