Something tells me that, among the things I should not have forgotten on a two-week trip to NYC in January, a heavy coat would perhaps be at the top of the list.  D’oh!

So I’ve gone on record as saying I had good luck with flights.  I’ve made some flights when I had no actual right making it (waking up in Astoria 35 mins before my flight and still making it).  I usually get good seats.  These flights were no exception – two flights.  On the first, there was a 45 minute delay but we still made it on time, I had nobody in my entire row, and I even found free headphones in the seat in front of me which I purloined for future flights.  The second flight, I had nobody in the seat immediately next to me, and I got into LGA about 10 mins late.  Not shabby.

Ashley, conversely, has rotten luck.  The last time she came to NYC, she flew Delta (Don’t Expect Luggage To Arrive).  She did, and it didn’t.  5 days she spent on the phone with Delta, who informed her for the first three that her bags were in Salt Lake City, informed her on the fourth that they were kidding and they had NO idea where her bags were, and informed her on the fifth that they were in JFK.  She understandably wrote a nasty letter to the airline.   Now she is convinced that she is on a wanted-list.  Every flight she’s had since that letter, she’s been pulled aside and frisked, and her tickets seem to have some indication that she’s high-risk.

We fly to Mitch’s wedding together.  I wonder who’s luck will cancel the other.