A Whole Other Commute: DCA to LGA
Now this is a whole different Washingtonian commute, the Delta Shuttle.
Headed to NYC for the day, I joined the suits for the 8:30 am flight to LaGuardia. Suits who complained of all the time they spend flying the East Coast corridor.
I was too jet lagged from Egypt to check their empty complaints. These kids get hot coffee, bagels, and leather seats for a 40 minute flight.
A sweet commute I would love after 24 hours in coach.
I learned the hard way that the worst possible time to fly out of National is before 10 AM on a Monday morning. I’d never seen such a concentration of black and navy blue suits before in my life.
Just be sure to smile prettily at the TSA “lady” checking ID’s at the security gate. Not being a morning person, I once refused to make small talk with her because I was a little groggy waiting to catch my 7 AM flight. She berated me for acting like a terrorist and told me to adjust my attitude. I told her that were I a terrorist I would probably be either a) acting as nicely as possible to please her and get her to wave me through; or b) acting nervously. I would probably not be groggy.
She made sure I was selected for secondary screening. Argh.
Yeah, the guy in front of me got the second degree for not having his ID out and ready – she asked him to put his (obviously small enough) carry-on bag into the size limit guide to make sure it wasn’t oversize.
When I reminded her that she wasn’t empowered to check luggage size, only our ID’s (she’s not an airline employee), I got the evil eye and the second search too.