Sunday, November 27, 2016.
I Get Lost Again. Then Fly Home.
The morning fails to deliver breakfast at the home of Jude, Jackson, and Suzanne. The little boy is having a rough time waking up. The Marys and I head out on our own, but not until I once again get lost trying to make my way from our room in the Garland Hotel--MA's favorite affordable hotel--to the hotel's entrance. All three of the buildings look the same to me, and the signs don't always point in the direction they say they do. Or it might just be me.
Jean on Third, a combination coffee, breakfast, and light lunch café. I've been there a couple of times with Jude and Co. All we have are eggs and pastries, coffee and juice. Sixty-three dollars.
Jude and Mary Ann say that my plan to get to the airport by nine in the morning for a noon flight is ridiculous, but they go along with it. And sure enough, I barely make it in time to check in. Why is it that buffers are in such low repute?
I'm flying Spirit, the no-frills airline aboard which you pay for every little thing. Mary Ann says that even with the add-ons, it's still a great deal. The airplane today has not been retrofitted with Spirit's scheme of jamming the seats together more tightly than most. And for some reason, I get one of the big seats that formerly was used for first class. There is no extra service received nor charged for. But it's nice to be able to stretch out a little. I like frills.
The nonstop to New Orleans arrives on time, even though the traffic leaving Los Angeles is so tight that at one point over two dozen planes are in line ahead of us. But what can one expect at the end of Thanksgiving weekend? I will not travel on major holidays ever again.
I find my car right where I left it, where it has accumulated a $92 parking bill. I'm hungry, but there's really nothing to eat at this hour. I go straight home, and go right to bed at around tenm after first ascertaining that the cats and dogs are all accounted for.
