Terminal D

Upon arrival to the airport we discovered that travelers on American must now be their own check-in agents. Unfortunately the airlines do not pay a salary for this task. I guess they figure it's a privledge or something to enter in all your own flight information (and that's a LOT of info when the silly passport reader doesn't work).

Furthermore, there was not an agent to be seen when it actually got to a point where an actual employee had to verify the information we so painstakingly entered. John had to wait so long for an agent that his screen reset and he had to start over.

We finally got the bags checked and had no problems with security. Whew! Who's up for 21 hours of travel?

Yeah. Me neither. We'll check in again during our layover in London. I think six hours will be sufficient to recount the tales of our first leg.