Visit to Portland, Oregon August 2011 – Part Five

Return Home At PDX, we got through security quickly with no beeps, no gropes and, once again, no x-ray. This time, they weren’t interested in Ellen’s powdered prescription. As boarding began, I missed the call for Priority and didn’t know our boarding group number. When I asked at the gate, I got a dismissive, “I already called your group.” Hmmph, well excuse me for being just a dumb paying customer. For this trip, the aircraft was again an MD-80. Yawn.  (These airplanes are getting long in the tooth, as the saying goes.) The woman in front of Ellen was barely seated before she tilted her seat back – inconsiderate twit.  Even as crew members checked seat backs and tray tables before takeoff, not one noticed, until finally I just held up a...

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Visit to Portland, Oregon August 2011 – Part Two

We arrived at DFW twenty minutes early, yet didn’t have to wait for our assigned parking space at the gate (according to the garrulous captain) because the previous occupant had just pushed back a minute before we arrived. Once inside the terminal, we rode the tram – Sky Link – and found our next gate with no trouble. Ellen had, a few days before, managed to swap a buttload of credit card miles for upgrades to First Class for our DFW to PDX leg. Yay! Four hours of NOT being packed like sardines. Which brings me to a phenomenon I realized on this trip, i.e., when you are ‘pre-boarded’ in First Class, and then subsequently watch all those lower, I mean second, I mean coach class drones file past, you cringe slightly away from them and avoid eye...

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