Sometimes, we attempt the impossible. And it’s only with the help of others that we get ‘er dun.
Today, those somebodies were the folks at Delta Airlines.
That’s right – I’m gonna say nice things about an airline. They deserve it…and probably don’t hear it very often.
I flew home from a business/personal trip in Kansas City today, giving myself a scant hour-and-a-half window to grab my bags, take a taxi home, get Rory Dog settled with the sitter – he traveled with me to KC – and then turn around and go back to the airport for another business trip to Chicago.
Whose brilliant idea was that?
Mine. But when the two trips butted heads, it was far less expensive to leave the plane tickets as they were…and several weeks ago, all the taxiing back and forth didn’t seem like such a big deal.
Today? I was sweating it.
But the Delta ticket agent kicked things off nicely by checking my bag all the way through to Chicago — even though I was switching airlines — giving me one less thing to monkey with upon arrival in New York City.
And the Delta crew landed the plane in NYC a full 35 minutes early! So I had a little extra time at home with Rory. Heck, I even ate lunch!
I’m writing this in my hotel room in the Windy City — exhausted, but exactly where I’m supposed to be…and there are a lot of Delta personnel ‘just doing their jobs’ to thank.
