I’m in Newark Airport on a 2 hour maintenance delay — not the end of the world, but I’ll get home to Seattle later than I’d hoped. The time here is 4:45pm, and I left the gate and came to the United Club. They get better info here than do the gate agents. The service desk in the Club told me to check back every half hour. The repair is expected to take 90 minutes — but it could be faster. The Club closest to my gate is closed for upgrades, so I’m in another wing and have a bit of a walk to get back if the flight is called early.
SeaTac is a big airport and usually seems pretty orderly. Newark, for whatever reason, is a zoo. There is a toddler nearby having a full-on screaming meltdown. I have small grandchildren, and sympathize. But the screeches of distress are unsettling, and so far the young parents are having no success comforting the tired little boy. Screech on, little man.
I had a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers — relatively healthy — and then indulged in a small square of carrot cake. When did we learn to associate sweet food with comfort?
My first half hour is up — going back to check.
The tired toddler screeches on.