These escalators took me up to Terminal A. I was finally there.
My flight from Milwaukee had arrived at 7 p.m., and the flight to Savannah wasn't leaving until 10:54. I figured I had plenty of time to get to my next gate, but as it was turning out, I was going to need a whole lot of it finding it.
Oh where oh where can my gate be?
Compounding the problem was the fact that all arrival/departure boards were up high. As I age, reading signs with small print that are up high has become very difficult. I first started noticing it at fast food places with their high menus. I have to put on my glasses. (And, of course, those high fast food menus now keep changing, so about the time I figure out what I want to order, I have to wait and start all over again.)
And, guess what. My eyeglasses were in my carry on bag which was elsewhere. No glasses.
The nearest I could make out from the Atlanta boards was that I was leaving from Gate A-21.
Just having a Time Today. --RoadHuh?
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