The major drawback to taking a carry-on to the airport, of course, is that it weighs you down. Which makes sprinting from the far end of Concourse A to the middle of Concourse C even more miserable than it sounds.
Particularly when the gate to your connecting flight closes in your reddened, sweaty face.
"Sorry about that. Next flight's at 12:15pm."
Three hours? Three hours in Detroit? It might as well be three days. "But... it's 8:45. There's nothing else going to Cedar Rapids?"
"Unfortunately, no. But here's a breakfast voucher! Enjoy your layover and thank you for choosing Northwest Airlines."
Right.
My "breakfast voucher" pronounced Northwest's sincere apology regarding an inconvenience for which it wasn't technically responsible and offered me a $5 airport credit to which I wasn't technically entitled. I headed for the food court, wondering when the last time the Vice President of NWA Customer Relations had condescended to eat anything in an airport. Five dollars? Really? I'd be lucky if I could find a goddamn yogurt cup for five dollars.
As it happened, I had just enough for a latte.
Maybe I'll try to get some work done. $7.95 for internet access, so I better make it worth my while.
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