On Saturday the 21st of March, I climbed on board a passenger aircraft in order to eventually arrive in Boston that same day. It had one stop, where I had to change flights, but with 44 minutes between boardings, I was fine.
Except the connecting flight was four terminals away and I had to catch the local robo train to get to there. I had no idea where to catch it or when to get off of it. Thankfully, I was still in Texas and I spoke the dialect.
Oh wait…no I didn’t.
I didn’t speak at all. I no longer have a larynx. Try flying one third of the way across the United States without having the ability to speak…
In all, it wasn’t all that traumatic. Not for me anyway. But there were some interesting observations I made while on my trek.