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Los Angeles, Day 5 of 5
Jul. 10th, 2022 11:59 pmSUNDAY
Woke up before Gary's alarm went off at 7:30 and lay in bed trying not to cough. Got up for the day about ten to eight. We were dressed and packed up by 9:15. We checked out of the hotel and caught the train back to Union Station, then the 10:30 LAX Flyaway bus to the airport.
Baggage check and security were uneventful although it took a while for our trays to exit the scanner. We got recombobulated quickly and I pointed out the food court to Gary as we passed, but as usual he was on a mission to get to the gate first, until I pointed out we hadn't had breakfast on the assumption we would eat at the airport, and I was hungry to the point I wasn't thinking clearly. So I headed for the Wolfgang Puck Kitchen at the top of the ramp and we ordered sandwiches and selected drinks. Once more my debit card was malfunctioning so Gary bought breakfast. I had a club sandwich with fried egg and avocado, and Gary had a chicken burger.
That done, Gary picked up a copy of the LA Times and we settled in at the gate. There were two Air Canada flights to Toronto boarding at adjacent gates for simultaneous departure so it was a bit of a zoo. Soon enough we were on board and settled into our seats. It took a few attempts but I was able to get the seat belt fastened without an extension. Gary was fast asleep by takeoff.
Once we were airborne, we were greeted by the chief flight attendant, Anthony, to get our drink orders and confirm our pre-ordered meals. Anthony is a tall, nice-looking young black or biracial dude, with hair bleached to a golden brown and an impressive tattoo of his name on his upper arm peeking out of the sleeve of his uniform shirt, over which he wore a smart-looking vest. As on the previous flight, before our meal he served us warm nuts, and gooey chocolate chip cookies afterwards. Gary slept more than I did on the plane. We flew out over Puget Sound near Des Moines before landing on the west runway. We claimed our bags and walked to the train station. Along the way we decided to catch Uber from Northgate Station home rather than take the bus to Everett Station and Uber from there. We got home and I picked up some lunch meat and COVID tests. Unfortunately, both Gary and I tested positive, and so began our week of isolation. Compounding the problem, our microwave oven/range hood combo died while we were away. Despite the setbacks, it was on balance a very enjoyable trip.
Woke up before Gary's alarm went off at 7:30 and lay in bed trying not to cough. Got up for the day about ten to eight. We were dressed and packed up by 9:15. We checked out of the hotel and caught the train back to Union Station, then the 10:30 LAX Flyaway bus to the airport.
Baggage check and security were uneventful although it took a while for our trays to exit the scanner. We got recombobulated quickly and I pointed out the food court to Gary as we passed, but as usual he was on a mission to get to the gate first, until I pointed out we hadn't had breakfast on the assumption we would eat at the airport, and I was hungry to the point I wasn't thinking clearly. So I headed for the Wolfgang Puck Kitchen at the top of the ramp and we ordered sandwiches and selected drinks. Once more my debit card was malfunctioning so Gary bought breakfast. I had a club sandwich with fried egg and avocado, and Gary had a chicken burger.
That done, Gary picked up a copy of the LA Times and we settled in at the gate. There were two Air Canada flights to Toronto boarding at adjacent gates for simultaneous departure so it was a bit of a zoo. Soon enough we were on board and settled into our seats. It took a few attempts but I was able to get the seat belt fastened without an extension. Gary was fast asleep by takeoff.
Once we were airborne, we were greeted by the chief flight attendant, Anthony, to get our drink orders and confirm our pre-ordered meals. Anthony is a tall, nice-looking young black or biracial dude, with hair bleached to a golden brown and an impressive tattoo of his name on his upper arm peeking out of the sleeve of his uniform shirt, over which he wore a smart-looking vest. As on the previous flight, before our meal he served us warm nuts, and gooey chocolate chip cookies afterwards. Gary slept more than I did on the plane. We flew out over Puget Sound near Des Moines before landing on the west runway. We claimed our bags and walked to the train station. Along the way we decided to catch Uber from Northgate Station home rather than take the bus to Everett Station and Uber from there. We got home and I picked up some lunch meat and COVID tests. Unfortunately, both Gary and I tested positive, and so began our week of isolation. Compounding the problem, our microwave oven/range hood combo died while we were away. Despite the setbacks, it was on balance a very enjoyable trip.