Here it is for ya (I can't stop sneezing...need some Nyquil!):
I arrived at SMF an hour before the flight, parked in Daily, and hopped on the bus to the terminal. I walked past the check-in areas, and proceeded up the escallators (the only new thing in Terminal B) to gate 21 or 31...whatever the first one is after you go through security.
I saw that there was no agent, so I went to the one cafe we have in that area, and bought a bag of Doritos and a medium Pepsi.
I went back to the gate, whipped out some airline mags (airliner world, airways, and airliners) to help pass the time. The agent showed up about :30 before my scheduled departure time of 2:00pm, so I aproached the podium, handed him my pass and my DL, and he was able to issue me a ticket right there. Seat...oh crap...seat ...A. Good.
We boarded about :5 before departure, so I walked down the ageing "floating" steps to the waiting EMB-120. I bounded up the stairs, gave a friendly "hello" to the Flight attendant, ducked, and quickly headed back to seat ...A. The guy across the aisle and back a row from we wouldn't shut up about the legroom, so to appease him, I went and sat next to him in the exit row (maybe my seat was 8A...). We had a normal takeoff, and an extremely smooth flight, talking the entire way (or mostly he did) about living in LA and yadda yadda yadda...
The flight attendant (the one with the funky K.... name) told us that she couldn't offer all eight of us beverages on the flight, just water and some God-awful snack mix (I remember Oreos before...). A :30 flight, and she couldn't even pour eight sodas...I want my money back! (LOL! The flight was free)--(see how tired I am now?!).
We started into our familiar nose-dive approach to SFO, and landed not once, but twice, on 28L. The taxi to the commuter terminal was quick, and soon enough, I was out the stairs, and boarding the bus to take me to 87A.
We passed under the tails of each and every jet at the new international terminal (brings back memories of riding the employee shuttle at LAX...no security screening, and full ramp access...ahhh...the good ol' days!), and then tromped up the stairs into the terminal, hopefully never to see my gregarious seat mate again! I ran across the concourse to gate 86, which would be my departure gate for DEN, waiting for enough time to pass so that my "friend" would be well seated inside the Shuttle gates. I decided to take a walk to the new terminal, and while passing one of the bathrooms near gate 80, out popped my "friend"...wonderful.
Moving on...I ditched him when we hit the main...area...and went to the new terminal, where I plunked myself down for an hour or so, reading more mags. I then went people watching for a little bit in the main hall...you'd be surprised at how hot the Virgin F/A's are...especially with their tight red skirts!
I went back to the 80's, and looked at the departure screen, which read:
UA1098 sched 4:55 comments 5:20. Okay...an extra 25 minutes...I can handle that. So I waited, and then the screen said 5:55. Okay. I aproached the podium, handed my pass and DL (once again), and then was issued a departure mgt. security card.
The reason for the delay was the late pilots coming in from a DEN flight. We boarded at :15 after five, I was called to the podium about 5:10, and given my seat assignment: 3A. Hooray...another UF Suite.
So I boarded along with the other 3 revenue FC pax, and plunked myself in, ready to go. We waited on the ground, and waited, and waited. 5:55 rolled around, and the pilot came over the PA: "Uh...folks...we're having a bit of a phenomena here. The fuselage has super cooled, and with the moisture, created a thin layer of ice. We're going to have to wait to be de-iced." That's just super wonderful I thought...I'm going to miss my DEN-SMF connection! We waited some more, with what seemed like hundreds of personnel running up to the cockpit from 2L. I overheard the gate agent say "I'm gonna have to close the door", and I thought..."Oh shit. I'll be stuck in DEN....NOT fun!". I jumped up, sprang through the galley (not imposing weight restrictions of FA's is awful!), and then explained that I needed to get off. "Okay," said the gate agent,"get your stuff, because I'm not waiting." I popped the overhead bin, grabbed my bag, and tore out of the plane, lamenting my decision all the way home.
I went over to 87A, and boarded the 7:00pm flight to SMF, another (new) EMB-120. We boarded about :5 til, but, I, being the SMART traveller, went and got a turkey on foccocia for the :25 flight to SMF. We boarded, taxied out, took off, and then that same awful snack basket came around again. I passed.
That's basically my Saturday-day. That's also the SECOND damn time that I've had to hop off of that 1098 flight!
Another funny thing:
I've flown with the purser of that flight SEVEN times, mainly between DEN and SEA. I walked on, and she immediately recognized me! Recognition is a good thing! Just imagine what revenue pax must feel when that happens to them!
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