In case you haven’t been “connected” in the past few days, I will bring you up to speed. Yes, I am referring to reading my blog as being connected. How cheeky of me. Anyhoo, I just spent the past week covering a great portion of the state of California. It started with a pleasure-filled trip to San Francisco last weekend and then turned into a business-filled trip from L.A. to San Diego, and back. I’ll give you a recap tomorrow.
Despite my love for this state, I am, or better yet, I was so ready to head home last night, when Imissedmyflight. Yes, you heard me, I missed my flight. The last flight out I might add. Maybe you don’t know me that well, but I have mastered the art of being fashionably late. I wouldn’t even call myself a professional, more like an expert in this field. My timing is impeccable. I somehow manage to show up everywhere just late enough that I am not too late. Are there other experts out there, or do I take the cake?
The best part is that last night was not necessarily my fault. I left with plenty of time to get there but got trapped for 30 minutes in an accident inflicted traffic jam, got lost trying to return my rental, wasted twenty minutes waiting for Thrifty to find my contract, that they never found and had two slow-moving women mosey onto the shuttle that in the end would deliver me to the doorstep of defeat.
So I did what any exhausted, husband-deprived woman would do, I cried (at least I’d like to think this is a normal reaction). The lady didn’t find this to be amusing, so I cried harder. She told me that I could try and fly standby the next day at noon, but that there wasn’t anything else. Just when I had begun to feel hopeless, the supervisor walked by and in a heroic fashion said, “what seems to be the problem?”
The woman explained that there was nothing until late tomorrow, and he said, “What about O’Hare?”
The woman replied, “Well yes, but it is going to cost her.”
The man replied, “Put her on it.”
Her rebuttal, “But sir.”
And in a cooler than cool way, my hero replied, “Just do it. Now.”
Then he never made eye contact with me again. I don’t even know his name, and it’s tearing me up inside! So I ended up sitting in a bar for four hours, meeting some of the most peculiar and intriguing people I have ever met in my life (All I can say, is don’t paint Gisele’s comment regarding the Patriots’ in a negative light when you are in Los Angeles because you will more than likely be sitting next to her cousin). Then I took the red eye to Chicago, slept in O’Hare for 3 hours under a blanket I borrowed from the plane and caught the 8:00 AM flight home to Austin, with extra leg room all the while. I am currently one hour out and sitting next to a girl with a Louis Vuitton twice my size, wearing far too much perfume. I am still living in the longest Thursday ever, but I couldn’t be happier.
Oh, and here is a really classy article from the Wall Street Journal backing Gisele’s comment. Super cute.
Now, someone tell me an airport story. One you can look back on now and laugh about. Just do it. Now.