There's more to the Denver trip story. We did, after all, have to fly back home. So what was that like? Bad, but in a different way. And oddly a bit more fun.
I think a lot of it had to do with attitude. Denver is a big city, but it's a friendly one for the most part. It still suffers from the fast-paced lifestyle that brings out the grump in some folks, but I think that's more the exception than the rule.
Going through airport security on the way back was a nightmare because on that particular Monday, a Broncos game the day before had attracted fans from near and far and everyone was on their way home. The line for security stretched beyond the coiling, roped off path to the x-ray machines and twisted around the corner to lead way, way back to the last carousel in the baggage claim area. No kidding. The line moved fast, though. Security at DIA is like a well-oiled machine and we made it to the head of the line in about an hour. I got my exercise that day, let me tell you. Where we had fun was when the line began to zigzag, then split off into more lines, which split off yet again to enter eight x-ray stations. A bunch of us, all total strangers, started betting each other who would get to a station first. It was hilarious. I think we were getting a bit punchy by then, but it made light of what could have been a heavy situation. And was there pushing and shoving to get to the head of the line? Nope. These people had class.
Oh, and our flight out of San Francisco was two hours late.
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I just wanted you to know I enjoy reading your blogs. I never know if anyone's ever reading mine (except the few that comment), so I thought I'd let you know you have one eager reader here!
Thanks for sharing your airline stories. People are amazing when they get the pack mentality, aren't they?
Elise Michaels
Live on the Fly Studio
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