So they hand over my passport just in time for me to catch the subway to O’Hare, and I make it to the gate of the Frankfort flight just as they are about to start boarding. It is the same gate that my wife and I flew out of in August when we got bumped up to first class, so my memories of it are, to say the least, fond. This time they call me up and hand me a ticket for a seat in economy, which was fine by me–I just wanted to get to Germany.
Turns out I got a seat in a row all by myself with plenty of leg room. Just as I was settling in, a voice comes over the intercom.
“Passenger Dan McQuaid, please come forward.”
I was none too happy to hear that, but come forward I did, only to be met by a guy from the ticket counter who was now standing just inside the entrance to the plane.
“You’re Dan McQuaid?”
“Grab your stuff. We just had an opening in first class.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
I spent the next three hours stuffing my face, then watched a little TV, took a nice snooze, watched a little more TV and next thing I know, we are in Germany!
So, suck it Air Berlin. It’s going to be a short trip because they still won’t give me credit for the flight I missed or let me switch to a Saturday return flight, but at least I got here!
And apropos of nothing, I’d have to say that having gone through security twice at O’Hare, twice at the Federal Building, and once in Frankfort (I ended up taking Luftansa from there to Berlin) Frankfort has by far the friendliest and most thorough security. They even gave me a little extra feel because I accidentally left a pen in my shirt pocket.