AA2173 BOS DCA 0800 0955 319 13D was 3C was AA2129 BOS DCA 1300 1445 319 3A I figured with weather coming I'd try to get on an earlier flight out of Washington. There was something in row 3 on the 0800, so I went for that. Well, unbeknownst to me, there had been a quick equipment swap, so there was no row 3, nor 4, 5, 6, or 7. I ended up in row 13, supposed to be the worst row on the plane, as it is directly in front of the exit row and is not supposed to recline. Turns out it seems to have a hair more than the usual legroom, plus it reclines just fine. Unfortunately, these slimline seats are quite uncomfortable, and I found myself hoping that the passengers' backaches are visited on the seat designers and their children and their children's children. There is one good thing American has done - each row has a pair of universal-configured 110V outlets that, miracle of miracles, actually face the user. Although you get a free beer or glass of wine on the shuttle, I just had a Dr. Pepper, and that not being enough, told the flight attendant that I was going to live dangerously and have another. He told me I looked like a risk taker for sure. We landed 10 early, but by the time our gate opened up, we were 30 late. Amazing American Airlines, doing its best to make United look great. The point of this exercise was to get on the noon UA IAH flight, the last mainline departure before a line of thunderstorms was set to hit. By the time I got to the gate, they'd given away not only the last first-class seat but also all the others. I apparently just missed on this. Time to give up, leave security, and head for Sam & Harry's, where I got a perfectly acceptable ribeye, rare as ordered, with my usual onion strings well done and creamed spinach. Thus I steeled for my battle with United Airlines and the elements. Back out to the other pier, where the 1:30 and 3:30, both regionals, were very indefinite. Oh, by the way, both crossings of the security checkpoint, which has given me a bit of trouble in the past, were fine. UA1954 DCA IAH 2124 2330 319 2A was 1737 2024 The reports on this flight were okay, and I was congratulating myself on my good luck until word came that our inbound, unable to get through a bunch of thunderstorms, was diverted to Pittsburgh, and I figured that was that; the crew certainly must have gone illegal. More rolling delays, which took the shape of a departure time showing on the board, and when that time and its associated hopes disappeared, then another time posted. This is kind of irritating. Well, our equipment came in around 8:30, and we loaded up around 9. Turns out United actually pulled a reserve crew out of Dulles for us - a very junior and therefore earnest bunch but not super polished, not that one really expects that from anyone these days. I chatted with the guy in the window seat, who grilled me rather overmuch in my opinion on what I thought of my destination. I answered his questions in reasonably good humor. It turns out (or so he claims) that his brother-in-law is the US amabassador to Panama. He himself was on his way to Kingman, where he was to see a client about a plane, or something. The meal was billed as chicken jambalaya over rice, which turned out to be a decent-tasting gumbolike stew over not awful converted rice - an okay meal. I'd offered to take whatever there was left; this is what came. The alternative was lentil curry with roasted garlic polenta. We landed almost exactly 3 hours late, having taken off about 4 hours late. Of course, my lovely mileage run was fini, almost 5000 eqm/rdm gone as it had been booked in A class for the additional expense of 3 or 4 hundred. UA1813 IAH LAX 2140 2336 738 2A UA1614 LAX IAH 0058 0607 738 2F I guess I should request original route credit, either that or a refund of the difference, but they're going to plead weather, I'm sure. So instead of sleeping in the relatively comforting arms of the 738, I tossed fitfully in the chairs of the Houston airport and was glad when the club opened at 4:30.