April 7, 2019
Today I woke up a tiny bit better. I no longer sound like
I'm coughing up a lung, but I'm still coughing. I went through the entire
bag of cough drops and now I think I have a fever because I'm sweaty all the
time. When Anneliese woke up, we decided to go to a flea market in the
DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) area of Brooklyn--right below the bridge. The entire area looks
like it was once pretty down, but is being regenerated. It has a bunch of boutique shops and trendy restaurants and cobblestone streets. Old warehouses are being remodeled into apartments. We looked around, then I got a
little lightheaded so we stopped in a pizza place for lunch. I hadn't
eaten since the bagels yesterday (and a few handfuls of trail mix).
Anneliese had a pizza and I had lasagne. Then we returned to the
flea market--I got some earrings and she got some patches for her jacket.
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| Anneliese in DUMBO |
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| If you look carefully, you can see the Empire State Building in the arch. |
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| Manhattan Bridge |
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| Manhattan Bridge |
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| Manhattan Bridge |
I did the self-check in and headed toward the security to get to
my gate. As I approached, there were two
women standing there directing people in.
One of them said that I had to go back and check my bag. It took awhile for me to understand her, she
had a very strong accent. So I went back
to the desk, fuming. I saw the little
box that you can drop your bag into to see if it is the right size. I tried it and it fit, so I went back and
showed them in the box before security.
Nope, she said I had to go back to the desk to check my bag. By now I was completely ticked off. I went to the check-in desk and waited, then
told the woman at the counter the problem.
Another staff walked up and I explained the problem to him as well. He pointed to the box, so I went over and
showed him how it fit in easily. He told
me to show the women that. I told him
that I did, so he went to get a supervisor.
He explained it to her and she said that it was the right size. So he suggested that I take the items out of
the front pockets and put them in either my small backpack or in the big pack,
so I did. He also suggested tucking the
backpack straps in so that it looked like a regular suitcase, so I did that as
well. So I carried it to the women and
as I walked past it looked like she was going to stop me again, so I said that
the supervisor okayed it and kept walking.
The TSA agent checking passports asked how I was doing, so I told her
what happened (briefly) and she looked at my bag and said that of course it
wasn’t too big! Then through security
(no bags flagged, just a routine pat down).
I went to my gate, but the previous flight had not left yet so it
was hard to find a seat. After leaving
to use the bathroom and fill my water bottle, I called a friend to see if she
could sub for me tomorrow.
Unfortunately, she was sick too and unable to cover for me. So I finally found a seat and entered my
absence and texted my classroom team to let them know the situation and how to
change the schedule to accommodate my absence.
There was a huge delay for the
other flight leaving from out gate so we were moved to another gate. I went to the desk and got my boarding pass
with a seat assignment and settled in to wait.
Soon they started calling group one to board—I was a seven. As they reached seven, they requested several
passengers to come to the desk—I was one of them. They had reassigned me—to first class! Yeah, baby!
In first class, I ordered a diet coke and received it in a glass glass with ice. And we could choose a snack from a basket of snacks they offered to us. Eventually, I covered up with the blanket and I think I slept a bit. We arrived early and I was picked up by Randy. Time to go home and eat and sleep!
Lucky you to be transferred to first class. But not feeling well, that was the best thing that could happen to you.
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