Okay, I am finally in Terminal A, or perhaps the concourse leading to the terminal. There sure were a lot of places to eat there. I mean, pretty much anything you could want. And, even though it was now 9 p.m., there were people everywhere. Of course, if you fly Delta there is a good chance you'll end up in Atlanta at some point.
Most times I've been in an airport after 8 it is very dead. Just me and whoever gets off the plane and some disinterested workers.
But, one good thing, after studying one of those way-up high departure boards I was able to see that my Savannah leg of the trip was leaving from Gate A21.
And, I had one more good one waiting for me. I finally, at long last, got to Gate A21 and the sign out by it said this flight was going to Oklahoma City, not Savannah.
Oh No!! How can this be?
I went to the counter and the lady there explained that I was at the correct gate, but that the flight to Oklahoma City was leaving before my flight.
So, I grab a seat and read some in my book. At least I got my book back.
Maybe I'll Get There Tonight or Early Tomorrow Morning. --RoadFlyerMaybe?
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