DC for 4 Days: Delta Airlines First Class Detroit (DTW) to Washington Reagan National (DCA)
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DL1042/Boeing (Douglas) MD-88
Detroit, MI (DTW)-Washington Reagan National Airport
Depart: 2:59 PM Arrive: 4:31 PM, EST [1 Hours, 32 Minutes]
Seat: 3C (First)
Upon landing in Detroit, I hurried off of the plane as I only had about 25 minutes to catch my flight to DC. I started heading down the never-ending McNamara terminal. With the distance between gates that I needed to go, it seemed like I was well on my way to walking to Washington, DC.
Following my frantic frolic through the airport, I was a little bit relieved to find out that departure had been delayed by the late arrival of our aircraft.
I waited at the gate area, and became educated on the sorts of (strange) things people try to smuggle into this country:
While waiting I started talking to a lady, and experienced a little bit of the “young elite” treatment” as Ben from One Mile At A Time calls it, despite being in my usual business casual attire for flying. We talked for a few minutes, and before boarding was called I had noticed that she was seated in First Class. When First Class boarding was called she said “nice talking to you” as if she did not expect to see me again. My point is, considering I am still ID’d alot, she probably didn’t expect me to be in First Class. Much to our surprise, she was seated next to me on the flight.
I was promptly offered a beverage and enjoyed a Corona—not the greatest, but still refreshing after my gallop through DTW. Being a on a smaller aircraft than my previous flight, boarding went fairly quick and we were up off the air in no time.
Once we got up in the air, I enjoyed my Granatos sandwich that I had picked up in Salt Lake as a snack, considering this one-hour flight only had “refreshments.”
About 20 minutes after finishing my sandwich, we began our descent into the Washington DC Area, and arrived on the gate about 10 minutes ahead of schedule.
On final note witnessed something upon my arrival that I observed throughout the course of the weekend there. I saw more police officers than I have ever seen in my entire life, and no I am not on the run! 🙂
As I found it, was the start of National Police Week in DC, honoring officers who have been killed in the line of duty. Dozens of police officers were standing around to greet and escort arriving families at the airport. It was rather interesting to compare the various arrays of police uniforms and vehicles while I was there.