Well, we got here

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So, I left work an hour early. I got home an hour early. We set off for the airport an hour early. We ran right into a traffic jam that got us 9 miles in 45 minutes.
We heard 4 traffic reports in that time. Only the last one said anything about the jam we were in.

But, we got to the airport.
I’ve never flown Jet Blue before. I like their check in. I checked in at my desk at work over lunch. So, when we got to the airport, we just went to the gate.
Even security wasn’t so bad.

Of course, given we had less than an hour to our flight, we hadn’t stopped for dinner. (You’d think 3 hours would be plenty of time to go the 40 miles to the airport. Not in Boston.)

So, I went to the food booth there at the gate.
Nice selection. Vegetarian dumplings. Pad Thai. That seemed good for dinner.

I have to say, those might well be the worst dumplings I have ever had. I had a second one, just to make sure that they really were that bad and the top one just hadn’t spoiled.
The pad thai was bad, but edible.
At least I had the consolation that it all was very expensive...

The plane was late boarding. We finally got on, way in the back. The pilot was funny talking about musical chairs to get people to sit down.
He wasn’t funny saying there was a “technical problem” in the cockpit and the maintenance techs had to come fix it before take off.
45 minutes later the fan for the electronics was fixed.

That plane cost a few million. Brought to a halt by a $5 fan.
Sad really. But, I understand that if the electronics get hot, they stop working. I didn’t want that.

To show the tech was working there was a little computer screen that for that whole time showed a little picture of our plane saying “Speed: 0, Altitude 5 feet.”
Knowing the speed and altitude is more important for the pilot than for me, but I’m glad the plane knew we weren’t going anywhere and were only the landing gear above the ground.

After we did finally take off, the announced that someone on the plane had a peanut allergy, so no snacks could be served that might have peanuts in them.
So, on the list of 10 snacks we could choose from, we could only have potato chips or doritos.

I understand allergies can be very bad and kill people. But, I’m not sure of the logic of doing it the way they did. I understand, if someone at something with peanuts, then went to the bathroom, if the allergic person came by, they could touch the same door handle and die.
But, it doesn’t make sense to me to restrict snacks on a whole plane like that. There should be some better way of doing things.
Don’t put peanuts in any of your snacks comes to mind. It’s a common enough allergy that it would make sense to me to do that rather than do this “we have all these snacks, but we can’t give them to you because someone on the plane is allergic.”
Don’t know. I think it’s strange. It would make me feel bad if I was the one with the allergy and they did it that way.

Arriving late, I was worried that the rental car place might not be open. Being cheap, I didn’t go with Hertz, Avis, or even Budget. I went with “EZ rental car”.
I know, I know, what did I expect?
Well, they’re 24/7 at the terminal and were very good, friendly and efficient. I’ll use them again given the chance.
There was one strange bit when I asked for my car.
“I see you’ve reserved the smallest car we have,” the young man said.
“Yep, just me and the wife,” I said. “Don’t need a big car.”
“Wouldn’t you like and SUV or a van?” he asked. “You’d have a lot more room.”
“I’m going the 15 miles to my cousins and back,” I said. “Don’t need a lot of room for that. Give me the small car.”
“I could let you have a really good price on an SUV,” he said. “Only $10 more a day for all that extra room.”
“I want the little car,” I said.
There was a pause.
“Sir, we don’t have any,” he said. “All my little cars are gone.”
“I reserved this a couple of weeks ago,” I said.
“I have to offer you the larger vehicle at the same price,” he said. It sounded like it was being squeezed out of him.
“It’s midnight and 12 miles to my hotel,” I said. “I don’t want an SUV, but if it’s all you’ve got, then I will take it at the same price.”
I didn’t like it. He didn’t like it. He had hoped I’d say yes to it and pay more. Ah well.
He was still nice and got me the car very quickly.

On the highway here there were 2 toll booths in 3 miles. I guess it was OK as they only took the toll at one, right? It, like so much here, confuses me.

The helpful road sigh on the side of the road said “Seeworld, 4 miles.” I’m not sure if it was bad spelling, bad pixels on the sign, or irony on the part of the highway workers.

We got to the hotel, which is very large.
We got our room.
Now, I’ll still probably read a while to unwind.

I’m glad I’m hear.

Now, I can’t get the internet to work, and I forgot the charger for the laptop.
Sad.