I have a newfound respect for any of you guys who have jobs that require lots of flying on commercial airlines. Thank goodness I don't have to fly very often!
For the most part, my experience with NWA was good until the little crack head working the Memphis gate counter decided to stop boarding so that she and the rest of her highly uneducated working buddies could go hit the pipe. My 4:00PM arrival in Monroe had just turned into a 9:00 arrival. For a split second, I could see myself running past the security guard and boarding the plane, but somehow a brief moment of sanity prevailed.
Being desperate to get home asap and not spend money on $4 airport draft beer for the next five hours, I decided I'd lean on the BBB faithful to help me out of my jamb. The battery was down on my computer, so I called Dwayne to get Cool Hand Clyde's phone number. I was unable to get Dwayne on any of his five phones, so I called someone else who I knew may be surfing BBB on a Friday afternoon. Soonerdawg was able to break away from work for a moment to send a PM and an email message to Cool Hand Clyde who just happened to be logged on to BBB. Within five minutes my phone rang. It was Clyde, who generously offered to let me ride into Louisiana with him on his way to the Tech game.
My "crack head" flight was scheduled to arrive in Monroe at 9:00PM. Clyde made time great on the drive down and I was able to get to West Monroe a few minutes sooner than I would have had I waited on the NWA puddle jumper. I was able to listen to some good old Louisiana High school football on the way home, we talked Tech, and by my very conservative calculations (5 hrs x 5 beers/hr x $4) I saved at least $100 and an upset stomach.
Thanks to Sooner and Clyde for coming to the rescue. Now it's time to start searching for my luggage.