Salutations from the Denver International Airport, where this reporter is very, very glad for his delayed flight.
After the (thrilling) close today, I rushed out to the airport to fly to Chicago by way of Denver. Well, the flight to Denver was badly delayed, and I was really concerned that I'd miss my flight to Chicago. I researched a variety of alternatives – – – even calculating how long it would take to drive there (20 hours; no thank you) – – – and was distressed to surmise that if I didn't make my flight, I was pretty well screwed.
Well, just as one good turn deserves another, one good delay deserves another, and I got it – – the flight from Denver to Chicago was delayed by three hours. Hurrah! So, for once, I was thrilled to get a delay.
I don't travel much – – regular readers know I am a notorious homebody and am away from my family probably 0.3% of any given year – – so I'm not an airport expert. But for such a huge airport as Denver's, a couple of things surprised me.
First, I was stunned to see the Admiral's Club, which is the United Airlines private lounge, closes at 9:30 p.m. What is this, Mayberry, USA? I'd figure they should be open to at least midnight, if not 24 hours a day.
And second, there appears to be one electrical outlet for every 100 people waiting at the airport. Since every single person here has at least one electrical device that needs charging, people have to scurry around like large game on the Serengheti seeking a watering hole. I managed to find one available outlet behind a security station. Below is my vantage point. You can see another poor soul seated on the carpet trying her best to get something done too. Ah, the joys of luxurious air travel.
