Flying Out to Phoenix 



Up-and-at-em at 3:30 is too darn much like work. Since that is about when I roll out on a workday morning, it is ironically like a workday, so the vacation gets off to an early start. Showered, dressed, loaded up and on the road a touch after 5 and reach SDF 5:30-ish. Found out it is kinda rough dragging 5 loaded bags (had to pack for three climates) with four hands from the far end of row J of the remote parking lot (reminder to self — SWA is on the OTHER end of the terminal). TSA had to inspect my computer bag thoroughly with the explosive sniffer swabs — one of the disadvantages of Semitic ethnicity is TSA is going to single me out for inspections, or maybe because I trashed them online last fall for trashing my laptop. Whatever the reason, they eventually let me go without so much as a thank you, have a nice day or even a F.O.A.D. (ask if you need a translation). I am so fed up with this crap that I may drive everywhere from here on out, including Hawaii…

Southwest Airlines has announced that they will probably be phasing out their open seating policy later this year, and since we were Boarding Group C, I wish they had already instituted the change. Lynda and I dind't have a choice of seats together; as I write this somewhere over Oklahoma I am sitting behind her, messing with the top of her head. Seat 15A right on top of the wing has no view to either side. Only cool thing is that we are on the Shamu jet plugging Sea World. So, if any of my friends were outside at work and saw the whale plane taking off at about 7:40, that was us. Even the overhead bins have Shamu on their doors.

Wish I had a widow seat so I could look out... I need some cheese with this whine, I know. Southwest serves better snacks than NWA or UA and we don't have to pay for them like you do on United. Got a diet Coke and a bag of dry roasted peanuts and a snack box with Nabisco dried fruit mix, Ritz and Cheese pack and one of those 100 Calorie Pack of Oreo Crisps — which was tasty, but I know I used up more than 100 calories trying to get the pack open. Oh well, I guess that is a good thing as I do need to lose weight, and I know that concept will be out the window on the boat.

Around 10 AM, I could just make out snow on some mountains through the window a row ahead and across the aisle and I am suddenly racked with serious legs cramps. We have flown through mild to lightly moderate turbulence all the way out, so the Fasten Seat Belt has been on more than not, so we are 2 hours 15 to 20 minutes into the flight and I have not been able to stand up, stretch or walk around any, so these cramps may have been unavoidable. This is not to say there isn't any room on a 737, certainly much nicer than the MD-80s and smaller planes we have been on in the last couple of years, it's just that we aren't meant to sit still for over 2 hours at a stretch.

We have started our descent at 10:28 and got steeper and a bit rougher at 10:32. Still can't see much and I hope we won't smell much in Phoenix as Sky Harbor Airport used to butt up against the stockyards. We landed about thirty minutes early, at 7:55 AM MST (Arizona is still like Indiana was before this year, stubbornly refusing to switch to Daylight Savings Time) or a little before 11 our time. I have to say Southwest is certainly an in-your-face airline. Captain letting us know our money was appreciated and the lounge act on the taxiway singing that they LUV (it's SWA, that's how they spell it) our money. Honesty. Refreshing! Thank you, thank you very much.

It is supposed to be 112° today here, and it is already scorchingly hot walking through the jetway from the plane to the terminal. Welcome to the Gates of Hell. So far the only thing I recognize out the window is South Mountain out the big windows at the end of B Terminal. While waiting for our flight here in Gate C3 they called final boarding for a SWA flight and instead of saying Final Call for... they said "folks, flight (whatever it was) is LEAVING without you!"

Well, I am off to wander around for a few before my flight, and maybe take some pictures and maybe grab a bite to eat.

Update: The TSA went through all our bags in Louisville, and just crammed stuff back in bag. I am done flying. 

Posted: Sat - June 3, 2006 at 09:17 AM          


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