US3158 DCA CLT 1040 1208 E75 2F A sharp-eyed TSA kid tried to steer me to the other concourse, but I was aiming to ask the club people for assistance. Anyhow, aside from a nursing mother behind me getting bag checked (so the conveyor was stopped) the circus was a short and not too bad one. I swear the cancer machine wasn't turned on, as it was a constant parade through, no 10 second or even 3 second wait. Irritating - I had this award F ticket, but there were no F seats on the first leg when I booked; on the day, there were 4, so I tried to get one from US, no go; as it was a mixed itinerary, the ball was in UA's court. I tried UA, also no go. I ended cancelling the whole itinerary an hour before the first leg and rebooking all the same flights. The usually fairly helpful agents at the US club were not so, in fact rather obstructive, which I attribute to my having the UA number on my ticket; but having achieved my purpose, I asked for new boarding passes, which request was complied with with not much grace. Feeling less welcome than usual, and a bunch of time having been taken up by the procedure, I vacated the premises. Five Guys seemed a sensible way to spend my next minutes. I got an onion burger with double jalapenos and A-1, and God help my seatmate. The flight took off from the other concourse, as I said; the bus filled up and went on its merry way - time between my arriving at the shuttle stop and at my gate, 3 minutes. My seatmate was an attractive woman a few years younger than myself whose inflight reading was Fine Cooking magazine. There was no spark; after all, I was eating a Mediocre Cooking burger. Off the (all or mostly new stuff) snack basket I chose Nature's Kitchen raspberry fig bars, a heavy, healthy choice - not bad for that, but you know what fig bars do for one. And whole wheat ... !