Last night, I had a bad travel night.
They happen. About once a year or so, I'm reminded of weird shit that can happen when you travel.
Last night, I missed a connection because they gave away our gate and we sat on the runway interminably.
And I heard them paging me for my other flight as I left the plane - I had four minutes, it said, to get from C3 to F14.
It didn't happen.
I tried to get a gate agent to help me. She shushed me while she finished a text and told me I was screwed.
I told her the "Customer Service" on her badge was a misnomer and stormed off.
I ended up getting a room in Chicago overnight. I attempted to get my bag, but apparently, even though I couldn't make the flight, my bag did.
They gave me a brown paper bag filled with toiletries and sent me on my way.
I washed my underwear, at the hotel, took a hot shower and went to bed.
I got maybe 5 hours sleep. I slept fitfully and woke up a few times. I ended up getting to the airport way early and had a quick breakfast.
They changed our gate 5 times, and finally we got on the plane.
I got here, got my bag, got my rental car (a Yaris), and drove it to a corner of the parking lot to change into business attire. Because that, my friends, is how I roll.
I was only 15 minutes late, which I knew I would be, and I had warned the customer.
So, it was a good session, and I go back for more tomorrow at 10AM.
Go, me!
They happen. About once a year or so, I'm reminded of weird shit that can happen when you travel.
Last night, I missed a connection because they gave away our gate and we sat on the runway interminably.
And I heard them paging me for my other flight as I left the plane - I had four minutes, it said, to get from C3 to F14.
It didn't happen.
I tried to get a gate agent to help me. She shushed me while she finished a text and told me I was screwed.
I told her the "Customer Service" on her badge was a misnomer and stormed off.
I ended up getting a room in Chicago overnight. I attempted to get my bag, but apparently, even though I couldn't make the flight, my bag did.
They gave me a brown paper bag filled with toiletries and sent me on my way.
I washed my underwear, at the hotel, took a hot shower and went to bed.
I got maybe 5 hours sleep. I slept fitfully and woke up a few times. I ended up getting to the airport way early and had a quick breakfast.
They changed our gate 5 times, and finally we got on the plane.
I got here, got my bag, got my rental car (a Yaris), and drove it to a corner of the parking lot to change into business attire. Because that, my friends, is how I roll.
I was only 15 minutes late, which I knew I would be, and I had warned the customer.
So, it was a good session, and I go back for more tomorrow at 10AM.
Go, me!
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