I woke up in a terrible mood, the morning before Christmas, right on time to make it to the airport in plenty of time to catch my 10 o’ clock flight.
From there on it went downhill, once ready for the day in my nicer holiday attire since I was going home for the holidays, I got in my car and turned the key, and after a few struggling attempts, the engine would not start. I tried performing my own imitation of a car serviceman but failed and called my buddy and he helped jump me off.
Finally on my way to the airport, late as always, I found myself stuck in traffic with my cushion of time for my flight wearing thin. When I pulled up to the airport and parked, I had a solid hour to spare before a time of departure. I went to the kiosk where you can scan the tickets you buy off the web. Low and behold you will never believe who forgot their card, yep I did.
Thinking as quickly as I could I jumped in line to see what customer service could do for me. After a long argument, I had to pay for a brand new ticket for the same flight I paid for online just over 12 hours ago. At this point, I barely had time to take a pit stop at the restroom and ran to my gate. Finally, I was boarded on the plane and had my seat only to be told we had to wait an hour on the runway. I was really frustrated at this point, and I started to think I was never going to get there.
After our long wait on the runway, we were finally in the air, and I began to relax, thinking I was home free. As I am relaxing on the verge of getting a nap and the real kind stewardess comes by and asks if I would like a drink, causing me to flinch and knock the drinks off her tray right onto me dousing my shirt and shorts. Soaked to the bone I went to the bathroom to try and dry off, but paper towels were not adequate to the task. So here I am stuck on my late flight that I paid double for, soaked to the bone in my beautiful holiday clothes.
The flight landed an hour and a half late, and I walked, dripping, to the baggage claim to grab my stuff and run from this forsaken airport. Unfortunately, I was waiting for a bag that was on the other side of the country.
For having woken up in such a good mood I was mad now, I was standing in the drive through pick-up area at the airport freezing cold with the wind blowing magnifying the fact that my clothes are soaked. Just when I thought I was about to freeze into a solid block of ice entirely my family finally came and got me. Next year I think I will drive!!!