NAB Diary: Sunday
I open my eyes. It is 4:45 A.M. Fifteen minutes before my alarm is set to go off. I stumble off to the bathroom to get ready for my Vegas convention.[an error occurred while processing this directive]One of the nice things about the city where the DMN Central Division is located is that it is relatively safe, if you look hard enough you can find things to do, and there is a municipal airport, which I decided to utilize for my trip to this year’s NAB (hey support the local economy I always say).
I arrived promptly an hour before my flight was to leave and checked in. Then I waited, and waited and waited. Seems there was bad weather in Denver and they weren’t allowing flights in our out of DIA. Finally, “they” had us go through security and board the plane. We were ready to take off when the call came in that the weather went bad again and we all had to go wait back in the terminal. It was already 8:30 Kansas time and my connecting flight to Las Vegas was to leave at 9:50 Denver time. At first it didn’t look like I was going to make it.
The second call came in and they rushed us through security again. One thing that will always amaze me is the fact that with only 5 people on the flight, they asked us all for our photo Ids once again. I guess in the 10 minutes since we had previously gone through the security checkpoint the minds of the workers had been wiped of all memory of who we were.
Puddle Jumper airlines is one of those small commuter dealies that have a single seat for each row. If you have never flown in a small twin-engine plane, I suggest you do it once. You are in for the ride of your life. It was the longest roller coaster ride I had ever been on. The familiar taste of fast food hamburgers from last night’s dinner came to my mouth.
Battered and bruised, we landed in Denver at 9:45. I thought that since the flights to Denver had been delayed, that flights leaving Denver might also have some lag time. I exited Puddle Jumper airlines and made a mad dash to the other end of the concourse to get my connecting flight. OJ Simpson couldn’t have run faster through that airport. Jumping luggage, dodging elderly ladies, knocking over the annoying guy that didn’t know what the heck he was doing… I arrived at the gate just as they were closing the doors. I checked in, and took my seat. Having made the flight, I was sure to make my 12:00 meeting with Apple.
Having run over a half mile in less than 2 minutes I was slightly out of breath, so I was more than happy when the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling at 14,000ft. Seems as though there was a pressurization problem and the plane had to turn around and fly back to Denver, even though we were over half way to the final destination.
So much for the Apple meeting…
From the looks of it, I may not get out of Denver until sometime after 4:00.
So much for the DPS meeting…
Hopefully I’ll make it to the convention sometime this week.
I’m not really upset, dear reader, because as the Tao teaches, just take life as it comes to you. I’m not really upset that our plane might have crashed, but I am more upset that I missed the conference with Apple because I know you have anxiously been awaiting some glorious words. I do have another meeting (or two) scheduled with them later in the week, so I can give you full details then.
I will hand it to the flight crew of Frontier Airlines; they did their job extremely well. The next time you fly, don’t treat the flight crew or the stewardesses like they are nobodies. They make very little money to begin with, and have to deal with the pressure that comes with an “emergency” landing (not to mention that they have to put up with the annoying guy who drinks too much).
Source: Digital Media Online, Inc.
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