"What time," Mike asked me while we were driving somewhere yesterday, "do we have to be at the airport on the 27th?" I rolled my eyes because he knew the answer, and if he didn't, he sure as heck should have.
"The flight leaves at 9:40, so between 6:30 and 7:00," I replied. "And, preferably closer to 6:30."
I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation, but suffice to say that we will be at the airport by 6:45 PM on the 27th. International flights require a little more check-in time, and I don't like chancing anything. In addition, I don't want to stress like I did when we flew to Italy in 2010 (You knew there was a story there, didn't you?).
And *that* was when Mike asked a flight attendant to snap the photo at the top of this post.
Of course, the photo I shot the next morning is even scarier. Come to think of it, I better delete it before it terrorizes some poor child.