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Tuesday November 26
It was Denver’s snowiest Thanksgiving in 40 years. This storm dropped so much snow that I had to leave a day early and grab one of the few hotel rooms left.
Wednesday November 27
My hotel room neighbors partied all night. They clearly had multiple rooms and went back and forth between them. And they slammed every door each time. Needless to say . . . I slept poorly.
First the snow storm. Then the neighbors. Now I had to fight Thanksgiving Day travelers to get to my flight.
The TSA lines were the longest I had ever seen at DIA. They were double-wrapped around the security area for both the East and West security gates, and I still needed to check in. Of course I had to check-in on the other side of the airport.
Ok. No problem. I made it there quickly. Short line — I was maybe 4th in line. But all I needed was my ticket, because I was too stupid to check-in online with my phone in my hand.
Air Canada sees my bag and tells me I have to check it. I said absolutely not! It’s a carryon. Since when is a carryon too big? “Full flight,” said the lady.
At that point they gave me an ultimatum: check the bag or don’t fly. At least they waved the bag fee.
