I fly at least 100,000 miles a year, most of which is domestically. That adds up to a lot of flights. Booking all those flights, hotel rooms and rental cars is time-consuming and leads to the occasional snafu on my part. I joke that I book a flight for the wrong date of travel at least once a year, but in reality I’ve only done it a couple of times. And, as sad as that sounds, I’ve only compounded that once by actually showing up at the airport on my date of travel without a ticket for the right day.
Unfortunately, due to the complications of my upcoming travel schedule I backed myself into a flight that I’m sure will be the opposite of glamorous. Due to a myriad of schedule changes I had very little choice for an upcoming trip. Since it was a binary choice I booked the only flight that really allowed me to satisfy the other requirements on my schedule. As I’ve gotten older, my wife consistently reminds me that I may be better off trimming my commitments, but what fun is that?
And, that’s how I ended up on a 5:30 am flight from my home airport of Washington-Dulles (IAD) to Houston (IAH). Now, I wouldn’t call a 5:30 am flight on its own miserable, but getting up at 3:30 in the morning isn’t something I do so well nowadays. And, it’s certainly not the worst part of the trip.
I have a friend that was willing to give me an RPU (Regional Premier Upgrade) on United to make the flight a bit more enjoyable. I needed to check the United website to see if inventory was available to clear an upgrade. I was so oblivious to the details of my trip that I was puzzled when I couldn’t find any upgrade buckets listed for the flight. It took a few seconds as the pit developed in my stomach. My eyes shifted to the left on the page, and that’s when I saw I’d be on an ERJ-145 for 3 hours and 45 minutes. I’m not certain it’s the longest flight in terms of
time in captivity transit time, but I remember a post the Wandering Aramean had last year that seems to indicate there are longer distances.
You may have traveled on one of these planes before. You can’t stand up unless you’re really short. Overhead bin space is non-existent. There is a lavatory, though an exercise in transitioning yourself to origami is required to enter and close the door. And, the seats are kinda small.
There’s certainly no first class cabin or anything that closely resembles comfort. And, it’ll be my home for almost 4 hours after getting a few hours of sleep in a few weeks. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get one of those new United torture seats.
Yes, America. Business travel is all glitz and glamour.
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