My flight back to Columbus was scheduled to depart San Luis Obispo airport on Sunday, February 10 a little after noon. And the flight did indeed depart on the correct day and on time. But without me and fifteen other hapless ticket-holding passengers on board.
Anyway, though I was leaving Atascadero on Sunday - or thought I was - my sister Romaine was staying there longer, so she drove me to the airport.
We decided to return to Big Sky, the restaurant where we'd had lunch on the day I arrived (See the post from 2/10/2019, "Chillin' In Wine Country"), and which was bright, cozy, and uncrowded on this rainy Sunday morning
Romaine tried a veggie egg white omelet - beautifully plated and yummy - with a side of awesome home fries,
I arrived at the cute little San Luis Obispo airport, where one walks outside to get from security to the gates,
Even the ticket counters were mostly unmanned and unwomaned, and a local person I got to chatting with advised me that, the airport being so small, the ticket agents generally arrived about forty-five minutes to an hour before an upcoming flight was due to depart.
Though I'm generally a pretty good sport about being bumped, delayed, re-routed, and rearranged by the airlines - and I'm almost always the first one to volunteer my seat if the compensatory price is right - this time I was feeling a weence anxious about getting home by Sunday night. I didn't want to risk missing work on Monday, as I have a piano recital coming up and the last thing I wanted to do was cancel my Monday piano students and then scrabble to try and reschedule everybody. I didn't want any skipped lessons at this point. (Especially because of an over-weight plane when I only weigh 127 pounds).
I was relegated to wait at the gate with the 15 other bumpees - it turned out not to be a matter of the plane being over-weighted strictly speaking, but rather of our scheduled plane having been swapped out for a smaller plane with insufficient seats for the number of passengers who'd been booked on the flight - until we were called up, one at a time, to learn how the airline had decided to dispatch us.
But on the upside I got to have one more day with Romaine, and Lucy,