Monday, December 24, 2012
Southwest Airlines is every man for himself
We didn't fully comprehend the ramifications of Southwest Airlines' "open seating" policy, which is a lot like the Pamplona bull run, and was designed to ensure that families of four never sit together.
Adding to the stress was the fact that we were rushing so quickly to get out the door to the airport at 5:30am that I shouted to Samuel, "Grab your backpack, let's go!"--forgetting that the boys' clothes were not in Samuel's backpack but in a suitcase that was still sitting on the bedroom floor.
But we made it to Scottsdale. It's good to be here.