I missed my flight this morning. It was a lovely experience, let me tell you. Want to hear about it? I knew you would.
5:30am – Get to airport. Ask the nice baggage handler if I have to stand in that waaaaaay long line even though I checked in online. He says yes.
5:45am – Getting a little antsy. I’m still in line. But I’ll definitely make it. This is a small airport, and everyone I know says that there is no need to get there more than an hour early.
6:00am – Still standing here. C’mon…are you sure this is where I need to be? I ask someone else. Yep, this is where I need to be.
6:15am – I’m freaking out. I finally got to the front of the line to self check-in, and the mean lady says that I’m in the wrong line. Mean lady directs me to another line. Line that is closed off and has “Closed” signs above the tellers’ heads. I would have never known to go to this line.
6:25am – I realize I am not getting on this flight (which leaves at 6:35). 5 other families realize it, too. Bummer. We try unsuccessfully to console each other.
6:30am – Directed to a less-mean-but-still-a-little-frowny lady. She says my only option would get me in Salt Lake City by 7:30pm. The fare difference was over $100, plus a $50 fee. I would have to get a rental car and drive myself to the resort. In other words, I would be very very late. The weekend is only Friday night and Saturday morning/afternoon, so this was bad news.
6:40am – Call the Delta people on the phone (because, they tell me, the non-English speaking people on the phone will be better able to serve me — WHAT?!) and find out that I can use my reservation for up to a year, minus $100 of the value. Decide to go on vacation with John instead. 2009, baby.
So that was pretty much my morning. I came home and slept until 11 because I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. I guess you could say I’m taking the day off.
I’m thinking of going and getting a whole bunch of books on marketing. Then I’m going to check out TED for some good motivating speeches. Then I might eat dinner with myself and give myself a back massage. Almost the same, right?
Posted on November 7, 2008 at 1:52 pm 
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Aw, what? Bummer.
If I were you, I’d still go though… even though I’d be really really late. Heck, I already packed!
Good point, Kelvin. One other thing that I forgot to mention — a couple of days ago a dear friend of mine told me that she’d been thinking of me and this trip, and that she just felt weird about it all of the sudden. She actually mentioned the phrase “red flags” when she described how she felt.
Now this is a very grounded person, and I respect her completely. She couldn’t explain why she felt the way she did, just as she was praying, that feeling just came over her. Ever since then, I’ve been feeling strange about the trip. And then I miss my flight in a bizarre turn of events. It was enough for me to give it up, even though I’m terribly disappointed.
Ah, okay, that makes sense then.
Bummer. I was wondering what happened to you. I guess we’ll have to stay virtual until next time.