Bluebird
The return trip on Sat. was a JetBlue of a different color. Because of the lengthy wait at the JFK runway, and the ensuring darkness, I felt like I was with about 100 other passengers in a well-appointed torpedo with digital TV aimed at Long Beach.
It began about 1 p.m., when Heather, Ms. Megablogger and I - driving - left HP on our 1 1/2 hour journey to JFK. Scenic part was Coney Island and other treats Queens offers up on a windy and clear day, unlike Friday, which had pounding rain, downed trees and weather warnings. We got to JFK Jet Blue terminal at about 2:30 p.m., and once I got used to the sun bleached UPC scanner that wasn't even turned on, we went to what we thought was the departure lounger in the big JB bldg. Not so easy.
First, as at LB, Ms. Megablogger got the full TSA treatment. The water and bottle agent told us the goods were the right size in the zip lock bag, but the bag was too big. What? Coincidence. Shoe shine guy across the way just happened to have bags of the right size for .25 cents. Wasn't gouging. Later I forgot I had a similar package I neglected to declare and nary an inspector noticed my totally illegal, immoral and powerfully menacing oversized zip lock baggie.
Doubtless they were more preoccupied with the even more dangerous Ms. Megablogger - "bring her luggage over here," barked the female agent who wanded her down, then promptly forgot about her.
We were directed to gate 21, but no one bothered to tell us it wasn't at the terminal. Had I not noticed, we would've relaxed waited for the announcement and probably forgotten the flight. Anyone with a gate higher than 18 should be prepared to go thru another pass check, then out of the terminal through a back door, onto a standing room only shuttle across a parking lot, into some improvised buildings where gate 21 awaited. A Jetblue guy was on the bus to help us, those people who were getting exasperated.
Told by Jetblue employee, these buildings are called the Trailer Park. He also suggested the A train as a way of coming in from NY. Waiting in the park, were called up around 4 for our 4:30, so there wasn't that much time to spare.
Onto the torpedo. Watched the World Series, Cards beat the Tigers 7-2 just as Bluebird landed at LGB for a quick turnaround to Boston, the Beantown crowd waiting in the crowded passenger assembly and pat-down room. Hello LB, goodbye darkened flying. Crew was great, pilot skilled, Without you, we'd just be flying some TVs around the country. Believe it.
It began about 1 p.m., when Heather, Ms. Megablogger and I - driving - left HP on our 1 1/2 hour journey to JFK. Scenic part was Coney Island and other treats Queens offers up on a windy and clear day, unlike Friday, which had pounding rain, downed trees and weather warnings. We got to JFK Jet Blue terminal at about 2:30 p.m., and once I got used to the sun bleached UPC scanner that wasn't even turned on, we went to what we thought was the departure lounger in the big JB bldg. Not so easy.
First, as at LB, Ms. Megablogger got the full TSA treatment. The water and bottle agent told us the goods were the right size in the zip lock bag, but the bag was too big. What? Coincidence. Shoe shine guy across the way just happened to have bags of the right size for .25 cents. Wasn't gouging. Later I forgot I had a similar package I neglected to declare and nary an inspector noticed my totally illegal, immoral and powerfully menacing oversized zip lock baggie.
Doubtless they were more preoccupied with the even more dangerous Ms. Megablogger - "bring her luggage over here," barked the female agent who wanded her down, then promptly forgot about her.
We were directed to gate 21, but no one bothered to tell us it wasn't at the terminal. Had I not noticed, we would've relaxed waited for the announcement and probably forgotten the flight. Anyone with a gate higher than 18 should be prepared to go thru another pass check, then out of the terminal through a back door, onto a standing room only shuttle across a parking lot, into some improvised buildings where gate 21 awaited. A Jetblue guy was on the bus to help us, those people who were getting exasperated.
Told by Jetblue employee, these buildings are called the Trailer Park. He also suggested the A train as a way of coming in from NY. Waiting in the park, were called up around 4 for our 4:30, so there wasn't that much time to spare.
Onto the torpedo. Watched the World Series, Cards beat the Tigers 7-2 just as Bluebird landed at LGB for a quick turnaround to Boston, the Beantown crowd waiting in the crowded passenger assembly and pat-down room. Hello LB, goodbye darkened flying. Crew was great, pilot skilled, Without you, we'd just be flying some TVs around the country. Believe it.
Labels: JetBlue, JFK, return trip, torpedo, trailer park, TSA, vacation, World Series
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