Checked in: the machine asked me if I'd like to change to
the 1600 flight, and as there's no button for "maybe" I
pushed yes: big mistake, as it put me in an aisle in Y;
I hit cancel, but though Mr. Turkey dumped me out into the
welcome screen, apparently he confirmed me in Y on the 1600,
cancelling my F seat on the 1700. It took a human five
minutes of furious typing to fix this.

Even though I have an RCC membership, I tried getting into
the US club as a *G on an international itinerary. The agent
said that she'd make a one-time exception for me.

There's no booze there. There was, in my favorite work area,
a physically rather cute brunette who talked nonstop and
loud on the phone. I went to the other work area and still
could hear her.

US2043 BOS DCA 1700 1834 319 2A

A double Glenlivet kept me happy for this mostly bumpy trip.
The FAs were good, and we got into Washington more or less
on time, with a landing that was bumpy enough to make gasps
throughout the cabin.

=
I was homesick for Schauferle already so instead of doing
the bus-subway-bus thing I went for the more expensive
Union Station route, which took me to Sbarro, which at
least here serves roast mediocre pork, but at least it's
roast and pork and breakfast. 6.69/lb, so I got half a
pound of cracklings and fatty meat for breakfast. This time,
the meat had been rubbed in an odd mixture of seasonings
including basil, coriander seed, mustard, red pepper, and
celery seed - the result was vaguely currylike but not bad.

I was told that it was a big security day at the train
station, and I did see sniffer dogs about, but the MARC is
apparently too small to deal with, so it wasn't dealt with.

US3040 BWI PHL 1100 1146 ER4 12F

Decided to haul a suitcase of chocolate, hot sesame oil, and
bamboo shoots in chili sauce back north so checked a bag.

I had one of the few empties on the flight, but I heard some
elderly lady tell her even more elderly husband he should go
sit next to me for the legroom. I took my briefcase out from
the overhead and put it catty-corner from me underneath.
Nobody sat next to me.

The flight was insignificant in every way, except that it
got me where it said it was going to at about the time it
said it was going to.

Visits to the RCC for the free wireless and the chatty
bartender and then the big US club for the comfort, and
then off to the gate.

US1596 PHL BDL 1540 1649 E90 1F

A friendly guy who does the roofing for McDonalds was my
seatmate on this short little flight, during which I had a
Glenlivet and several bags of cranberry nut mix.

The bag returned to me, #41 in line despite TWO red Star
Alliance priority tags. It had been rummaged through and had
a note to that effect, but I think it was entirely intact
except for the hot sesame oil (but I may have forgotten to
pack it so am not so hasty to blame the TSA).
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