After my expections of the SLC trip were dashed I was prepared for anything. Well, almost anything.
Logic and I printed our boarding passes off the computer and got to the airport an hour and a half early on Sunday just to find there was no curbside check-in nor any resemblance of order inside the airport. Our options were to waiting in an hour-long line just to be re-directed to another line where we would hand over our luggage or tip a skycap to take our luggage straight away. Hmm. Tough choice.
Yeah, so we flagged down a skycap and proceeded to check our luggage in. He informed us that our bag was 6 pounds too heavy so we'd either need to take 6 pounds out of our ONE PIECE OF LUGGAGE FOR 2 PEOPLE or pay an extra $25!!! We were surprised since we actually had less in our luggage than when we flew over a few days prior. When we brought that to the skycaps attention he told us that he didn't hear that because if he had, he would be required to charge us $50 instead of $25. What a favor he was granting us, huh?
We relented and payed $25.
Then we got in the security line only to learn that we were the only people in all of SLC who had ever been on a plane before. No one understood what the hell they were required to do and the line moved at a snail's pace. After 45 minutes of waiting, Logic and I finally got through security and had a half hour to get to our gate.
The flight itself wasn't bad. I slept most of the way. But as we descended into Seattle, Logic's nose started bleeding. By the time the plane landed, he had blood all over his shirt.
I need another vacation.
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