Firsts in Travel

Today marks the first time I’ve sat in the terminal waiting two and a half hours for the sun to melt the ice off the wings of my airplane, because my Southern California airport doesn’t need de-icing equipment.

I offered to go out there with a hairdryer, but they wouldn’t take me up on it.

And, of course, by the time we landed I had nine minutes to make my connection. On which the gate agent closed the door just as I ran up, and wouldn’t reopen it.

So now I’m in Houston, waiting for the next flight, which thank god and Fiorello LaGuardia is only an hour and a half later.

The whole thing makes me super happy that I woke R. up at 4 am to make sure I got to the airport on time.


  1. I’m sorry, I cannot believe that YOU travel with a hairdryer. Which means that perhaps their demurral was due yet again to lack of proper equipment.

  2. Hey, I didn’t say it would have been my hairdryer. Seriously, on a flight from ONT to IAH, there had to be a flotilla of them. Or whatever the collective noun for hairdryers would be.

  3. great. now I’m going to spend the evening imagining what the collective noun for hairdryers might be.

    Hope you finally made to destination and without any other problems.

  4. Perhaps we should consult James Lipton–yes, the James Lipton of “Inside the Actors’ Studio” and author of An Exaltation of Larks, a collection of collective nouns.

    A shrewdness of apes, a business of ferrets, a romp of otters, a deceipt of lapwings…a design of hairdryers?

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