A different kind of freedom...

Oh, the joys of non-revving...

I am in El Paso (ELP). Had no intention of being here tonight.  I was trying to "jumpseat" home.

I went to the Delta counter--there were seats available on that flight. But, wait--it wasn't a DELTA flight--it was Delta Connection, operated by Atlantic Southeast Airlines. My company has a jumpseat agreement with Delta, but not with ASA. So, I couldn't get on that flight.

Opened up my trusty laptop, and looked at US Airways. Again, it was a flight operated by a regional partner that we didn't have an agreement with....

Walked over to the Southwest gate for their flight to Las Vegas (LAS). No problem getting on, the agent tells me...."You have your uniform, right?" No, I don't have my uniform. She tells me there is a "fourth agreement" now and we can't ride on Southwest unless we are in uniform. (This is news to me...and isn't in the information given to our Flight Attendants.)

Waited for the American Airlines flight to Chicago. The gate agent tells me "The flight is full." I asked her to put my name on the standby list anyway. It left without me. Looked at the flight to Dallas (DFW), and there were a ton of standbys on the list for an oversold flight.

Next, I called my SuperHeroHusband, Norm in Germany. He decided to use some of his Delta miles to put me on a flight out tomorrow morning. (God, I love that man!)

So, get this: I am flying positive space tomorrow. I'll be a real passenger, with rights and everything!! They have to get me home. I'm so thrilled to be a real person in an airlines' eyes.

The best thing--I realized I can wear whatever I want to fly tomorrow. I don't have to dress in business attire, or worry about whether or not I am wearing jeans. In my head, I hear Mel Gibson, in the movie Braveheart: "Freeeeedooooom!!"