On Thu, 14 Feb 2002, Newton, Philip wrote:
> I remember Milan. I had to change planes there twice. On the way there, I > had one hour to change planes, and the first plan was an hour late. Result: > the lady from the checkout desk ran with me down the walkway when she saw me > approaching and knocked on the window of the cockpit to get him to open the > door again (it had just closed five minutes before). I got to my destination > but my luggage didn't :( Planes. Fun. I've been on one substantial flight in the last few years and that was to OSCON 2000 in Monterey. I got to Heathrow, checked in, had breakfast and *then* they decided to cancel the flight. So I had to run and get an earlier one. I got to Chicago, a large customs man with a handgun questioned me, I queued for a while and, again, had to run for the flight. I got to LA, ran for my next flight in a teeny plane and my luggage got left behind. What an adventure! Almost as good as getting lost in Singapore airport. L. It's Friday, I'm waffling.
