Day One is really quite unremarkable. And when Day One turned into Day Two is also sort of confusing because of being in the air and the time change.
I called a bunch of folks in Detroit before my longer flight to Amsterdam. I just wanted to make sure I was going to be missed sufficiently. My last call was to my dad. He said “Are you taking a flight route over the artic?” I said “Maybe. So when the plane crashes my corpse will be frozen and in tact.”
I had a craving for spaghetti during my layover in Detroit. I couldn’t find any (and I was in the good, new terminal). So, I had a burger at Chili’s.
When I get on the plane from DTW to AMS I am crestfallen to see that there are no personal video screens. They’ll be showing “Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day” in the middle of the night. I guess I will be finishing my book. Tobias was right. American operated airlines suck.
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