At the airport. Again. (Again.)

I'm heading back to DC after a few days at home for the holiday.  Twas a very nice visit ... more on that later.

But here I am, back at the airport.  And apparently, I look like a yougin' who's never flown before.  I was checking myself in at the kiosk, getting my boarding pass, etc.  I've flown quite a bit in the last several months.  I've got this down pat. 

But this time, a woman working for the airline came over to help me part-way through.

I thought she was friendly at first, but I found myself flustered and annoyed with her by the end of our exchange. She proclaimed that I needed to select my seat, and before I had a chance to tell her I'd already done so, she'd punched this and that and navigated the screen to the seat selection feature.  "Where do you want to sit?"  I pointed to the green seat and said, "Isn't that me?"

From there, it was just amusing.  Turns out, I have to check in with a different airline when I get into Philly, since I'm flying the first leg on U.S. Airways and the second on United.  That's perfectly fine.  I have a two-hour layover.  No problem.  But after she checked -- repeatedly -- with another woman working behind the counter, she proceeded to explain to me -- repeatedly -- that I'll need to check in with United in Philadelphia.  I really wanted to say, "Yes, I caught that about 5 mintues ago."  (Subtext: "Thank you, I'm not deaf.  Or 12.") 

She finally turned me loose, and I was on my way.

I guess I look terribly incompetent today.  I'm wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt.  Hmm.