Flight

Dulles was even less impressive than I mentioned last time. When you get checked in at terminal “G”, you go through one of a series of doors, and there are a bunch of planes out there. After that, near as I could tell, you wander around with the other passengers asking each other “is this the plane to Indianapolis?” It made me feel really secure. Plus, they had enough fatbodies on my flight that they had to remove the drink cart. Plus, the stewardess actually used the “if there’s a doctor, nurse, or paramedic on the plane, please press your call button.” I spotted the real doctor immediately. He casually looked around and finished his peanuts, hoping that someone else would take charge. It was only when a lame pretender got up and said something lame like “I watch a lot of ER, can I help” that the first guy pushed the call button.

So yeah, paramedics met our plane at the landing strip in Indianapolis. I have no idea what was wrong with the girl.