Flying the Friendly Skies

I've been unfair to Southwest over the years. Without so much as one second in their seats, I've passed judgment on what I am told is a perfectly acceptable airline. Part of this bias comes from working for Mr. Woolman's airline, which I found out recently will be closing the office that I worked at due to industry wide tightening of the belt. I found while working there that one developed a loyalty to not only their employer's product, but to the family that was Delta.

That, now, has a reason to change. I'm giving Southwest a chance to impress me. I'm giving Southwest the most important thing I can think of. I'm giving them my daughter.

On June 2nd I will be winging my way Califory bound to get my precious little girl for a month. To say that it's going to be a great day is on foreshadowed by the fact that it's going to suck as well. You see, I'm going all the way out to California and back in one day. O-N-E.

It'll work out to thirteen hours in the air and six hours of layovers. Of course that's a small and welcome price to pay in order to get Mac and bring her back to where she belongs. I'd gladly do it everyday if it meant that I got to see her.

So, t-minus twenty-eight days.