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May 05, 2008
You Would Think This Would Be a Better Post
So this morning the alarm clock interrupted a dream.
I was an an airport in the gate area and two flights were boarding near the same time - one at 5:00 to Atlanta, and one at 5:45 to Memphis.
For whatever reason I thought I was on the 5:45 flight, so I wasn't listening to the 5:00 flight announcements.
As the 5:00 flight closed, I looked at my ticket, and that was the one I was supposed to be on. I went to the gate agent, and they had been calling my last name, but saying Turner instead, so the gate agent asked a supervisor whether he could [insert some long technical sounding airline term] me. The supervisor said yes, so they scanned my boarding pass and I walked down the jetway.
As I got on the plane, the flight attendant was standing in the galley with scissors, and a long length of thin red cord. She stopped me from going any further and wanted to pin a piece of this cord on me (in an I support the troops simple one loop shape]. I asked her why I needed that, and as she pinned it on me, she said she just thought it was nice.
I told her I didn't want to wear it, and continued on my way to my seat.
But not before passing a man on a stretcher on the AB side of the plane.
I walked back past the back galley to my seat, which wasn't a seat but rather a small dorm-style room with two beds, and a lady in a housecoat and curlers in one of the beds. So I (naturally) presumed the other bed was mine.
Except that her stuff was scattered all over that bed too.
Then the alarm went off.
Mercifully.
Know how I know it was a dream? Because I never fly through Memphis if there is an earlier option through Atlanta.
Posted by Angela Tanner at May 5, 2008 06:53 AM