Stroll into SEA, check the phone and the board, and our flight to Eugene is leaving out of the B Gates. Huh? Where? We've never been to the B Gates, ever. So we're walking down, headed for B 20, I've got a sore foot so about B 3 I said "this is crazy, there must be a mistake" since all we could see were DL and WN Gates. Asked a DL agent if AS has any Gates in this concourse..."oh no, they are only in C and N" (we didn't want to tell her D, too) - so I told my husband, you go on ahead, and if it's for real I'll come hobbling after. A few minutes later he calls and says, Yup, come on down.

Well B 20 is down an escalator, halfway between the Gates and the train, no man's land. But that wasn't where our plane was, we had to take a bus out to god knows where, I could see United Cargo and Swissport. And there was our plane. All by itself in the middle of nowhere. Why THAT flight out of all the Horizons that day?

Not a rant, not a complaint, just a funny story. Oh, and all the elites on board got chocolate for our "trouble", which was really no trouble at all, just strange.