WASHINGTON, D.C. — Whee, I’m back. The plane I took from SFO to O’Hare was decorated inside for New Year’s with little streamers every few rows. Passengers weren’t exactly dancing in the aisle–it was a redeye departing at 11:45 p.m.–but it was festive nonetheless. The gate agent who checked my ID said she’d never seen a D.C. license before. I know, it’s not a big deal, but I felt special anyway.
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WASHINGTON, D.C. — Whee, I’m back. The plane I took from SFO to O’Hare was decorated inside for New Year’s with little streamers every few rows. Passengers weren’t exactly dancing in the aisle–it was a redeye departing at 11:45 p.m.–but it was festive nonetheless. The gate agent who checked my ID said she’d never seen […]