Postmark Here

Postcards from Travel Near and Far by Jia-Rui

75038, DFW

Leave a comment

Dear ——–,

I have never been so happy to be at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. We got to LAX this morning with about an hour to spare, but that was nowhere near enough time to make our 8:10 a.m. flight to Dallas, which was the first leg of our travel to Austin for the South by Southwest Music Festival. The security line at the American Airlines terminal was out the door, all the way down the sidewalk to the next terminal and back up the sidewalk all the way back again. We had never seen a line that long — and by the anxious look on everyone else’s face, neither had they. A guy pulled out those with flights boarding in the next half hour. We ran after him and he finally told us to wait for him by the elevators. We waited with blood beating in our temples for a 5-minute eternity until he resurfaced in the elevator. We tried to get his attention, but he seemed to have forgotten us. “You can’t go up on this elevator,” he said, as he closed the door on us. We went up anyway with another exasperated flier who was also pulled out of line said he was going up in the elevator. After more maneuvering, we managed to get through the screener and ran down to the gate. It was exactly 8:10, but they had closed the door. The customer service lady rated our chances on catching any of the other Dallas flights that day as 50/50. “It’s spring break and there’s some festival in Austin,” she said. We waited at three different gates and started to lose hope. Then, at 11:50, the Morrises failed to answer when their names were called. We literally got the last two seats at the back of the plane. Now we’re just trying to get to Austin…


Author: postmarkhere

I'm a journalist based in Los Angeles who has always said that writing postcards for a living would be a dream job. The posts -- short enough to fit on an actual postcard -- chronicle recent travels near and far. I could blab on about being inspired by epistolary novels, the short poems of Emily Dickinson, and the New Yorker's "Talk of the Town" pieces, but I'll just say that I'm aiming to give you a sense of flavor of a place without boring you to death. Wish you were here!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s