Almost Home

I arrived at the Laguardia where I found a Northwest gate agent who was clueless. This seems to be the norm with NWA these days (not including my dear friend Marge, who constantly bails me out of tight spots). I smiled while she stumbled on the computer and kindly sugested she ask for help. She had booked me on coach on a late flight but couldn't figure out how to get me into first class. The other agent not only put me on an earlier flight, but got me into first class as well. We're now sitting on the runway waiting for weather to clear. At least I'm not in back in coach.