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3:10 to Yuma: Does someone at American Airlines have a sense of humor?

— I just got a text from a friend who’s waiting for a connecting flight at Sky Harbor Airport here in Phoenix. The flight he’s waiting for is — I’m not kidding — the 3:10 to Yuma. Even though I’ve never read the short story nor seen either of the film adaptions, the reference wasn’t lost on me. It seems someone at American Airlines might have a sense of humor. Furthermore, in case you’re tempted to think the 3:10 departure time to Yuma is merely a coincidence, they went ahead and numbered the flight 3100 too.

My customary airport rant has been canceled for lack of outrage

— This is the point in my travels where I usually go on a rant about the TSA. Today, I can’t. Every TSA agent I interacted with today was pleasant, courteous, and professional. I’ve heard and read a number of horror stories about checking in firearms at the airport, concerning both the airlines and TSA. This was my first time, so I prepared myself for the worst. I didn’t have a problem from either American Airlines or TSA.

Flight delayed out of Louisville, prompting a dubious American Airlines “upgrade”

— We’re still in Louisville. Our American Airlines flight to Chicago has been delayed, guaranteeing we’ll miss our connection to Phoenix. There is a later flight to Phoenix, and we were able to get seats on it, so I guess that’s a good thing. However, American Airlines is playing a game they already played with us once on this trip, which is to separate our assigned seats in such a way that one of us has to pay a seat upgrade fee if we want to sit together.
Seeing a Brioche Dorée in Charlotte while awaiting flight to Manchester

Seeing a Brioche Dorée in Charlotte while awaiting flight to Manchester

— Our flight to Charlotte arrived early, meaning we didn’t have to rush between gates on different concourses. We also had some time to check out the dining options, and for the first time in the United States, I saw a Brioche Dorée. The Brioche Dorée in Montpellier used to be my go-to for breakfast on Sundays when all the decent boulangeries were closed. In the Charlotte store, Kathryn had a blueberry cheese danish that she enjoyed thoroughly.
Waiting in Montevideo for a flight to Miami

Waiting in Montevideo for a flight to Miami

— We’re in the departure area of the airport in Montevideo, Uruguay, waiting for our flight to Miami, which should board within the hour. The security checkpoint seems to have been handled by the Air Force. It was mostly young men who appeared to have a sense of humor. The woman at the immigration desk gave my passport its sixth barely legible stamp in two weeks. I asked about a business class upgrade on this flight, but the cabin is full.

Purchasing a first-class upgrade comes with a catch

— For the first time in six-and-a-half years, we were offered a reasonably priced upgrade at check-in today. However, unbeknownst to me, what used to be known as a first-class lounge is now a private club. Apparently they would have let us in if we’d had an international first-class ticket, which had been the case with our upgrades in the past. The clerk at the front desk was somewhat polite as she sent us back to integrate with the riff-raff, but if we want drinks before takeoff, we’re going to have to pay for them.