Layovers and Overlays are completely different things. I was expecting the former and got neither.
Instead I got the aforementioned brisk run, followed by shin cramps, followed by more running and some light sweating. I actually made it with plenty of time to spare, scoring coveted overhead space, this time normally sized. Thanks past-me for staying in decent shape!
I even had time to take a selfie with a dinosaur and find out who O’Hare was. Sort of. Butch O’Hare was either a pilot or a really big fan of looking like one, complete with leather helmet and goggles. At least that’s how he’s portrayed on the “show your flat Butch for a discount” sign, which means something different than I thought it did.
I’m stuck next to a kid so I probably won’t be sleeping. Instead I’m inhaling jet fumes which is probably my least favorite thing about taxiing other than sitting next to kids.
And by taxiing I mean sitting on the taxiway burning precious emergency fuel which we probably won’t need. Probably.
Listened to podcasts the rest of the flight and made it home safely. Posting this a few days later…