Why not post. I'm sitting in the Phoenix airport...and I just missed my connecting flight. :( I was up at 2.45 this morning for my flight. Everything went fine until I made my connection. I was happily seated for the second leg of the trip when the flight attendant confirms the final destination...JFK. "JFK?!?!" I shouted at cute guy beside me. "I'm on the wrong flight!" I grab my extremely heavy bag because my laptop weighs the amount of a small boulder and RUN like it's nobody's business out the plane and down the concourse. I go from classy JCREW chick to my days in London as a commuter school girl. And anyone who commutes knows to stay out of the way of a late commuter. I book it down the concourse 10 EXITS long run down the connecting path which is almost just as long and then run down the next concourse all the way to the end. I practically threw myself at the ticket counter and breathlessly told them what happened. "Sorry, the flight's boarded, we can't let you on." Big sigh on my part and I forlornly slop my way all the way back up the concourse to the ticket agent and get rerouted for another flight.
So now I'm sitting in the airport blogging away and waiting for the flush in my face to die down as I chug my second bottle of water. Way to go me.........
(I can't fix punctuation and spelling because my battery is running out, so if this post is sloppy then so be it. Bleh.)
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