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| Wednesday, September 6, 2006 04:18 PM |
| Other things about this weekend |
 by Fëanor |
Our dog stayed with my parents while we were away. They have a Brittany Spaniel named Rusty. If anything we figured Floyd - being such a generally well-mannered and submissive dog with us - might end up getting pushed around by Rusty, but in fact it was the other way around; Floyd was the alpha dog. I can't say I wasn't just a little proud - our dog, the alpha dog! Rusty apparently felt a bit out of place in his own house, and Floyd settled down like he'd been there all along, taking over Rusty's blanket and trying to eat Rusty's food and drink his water. That's our boy!
We flew into Cincinnati/Kentucky International Airport (don't let anybody tells you there's an airport in Cincinnati; it's across the border in Kentucky, damn it!). What a dinky little place it was. The terminal was all dead and empty as we walked through it to The Baggage Claim - the one and only baggage carousel. On our way back, the place was similarly dead; in fact, there were so few people going through that they actually were training a guy on the X-ray machine. There weren't even any stores or places to buy food once you got past security; just a coffee maker next to the desk at the gate and some styrofoam cups.
Both ways our plane was a tiny 50-seater, and in Kentucky we boarded and de-planed via the stairway on the tarmack itself. It was nice to get back to Philadelphia International, a real airport, where you have to walk a good mile from your gate to get to the multiple baggage carousels. (Although even in Philly we were at the ghetto gate - gate F, all the way at the end.)
This trip I had the best baggage pick-up experience of my life on the way back. As we walked up to the carousel, the thing had just started moving, and our bag was right there. I never even had to stop moving; just scooped it up and took off. Awesome! |
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