It was back to Dallas today on the Monday morning 1887 with American Airlines. I’ve gotten too good at figuring out exactly when I need to leave the house to make it in time for boarding this particular plane. It’s a problem when you use that knowledge to it’s limits and then experience any delays at all getting to the gate. I dragged my feet just a bit leaving the house and then the line at security was three times longer than normal. Had I been just a minute or two later I would have missed my ride, but I made it. As usual, we departed gate T9 at 7:30 am sharp.
But something was a little different today. The captain was a real ham. It’s not unusual to have a pilot come on the PA and make a wisecrack or two, but this guy was non-stop. He started off by saying “This is your captain speaking. I’ve always wanted to say that.” It was early, but a few people chuckled. Then he proceeded to explain that whenever he flew the 1887 he referred to it as “The Scooter” which he did faithfully until we unloaded in Dallas.
One of the more quirky things he had to say was right as we crossed over the Mississippi River into Louisiana air space. “If you look real hard down there you can see very tiny people all looking up at The Scooter and wishing they got to ride it too.”
He almost got me to look.
