I'm headed to Chicagoland to visit my sistuh-from-anuh-thuh-muh-thuh, Melisa (YAY!) so my husband dropped me at the airport a little early before going into work, today. Ticketing Agent: I'm sorry, but you can't check in any earlier than 4 hours before your departure. Fiiiiiiine, I was waaaaay earlier, but it's okay. Garth (NHRN): Maybe you can see if there is an earlier flight you can get on. The thing is, here's the thing: This particular flight has first come first served sort of seating and I had a pretty good boarding spot. Me: I don't mind, I'll just watch all... Read more →