Near Miss
I have had some crappy luck this past week. Nothing major. A little cold. My left ear clogged up, leaving my world muffled for three days. Big cut on my right index finger (EXTREME typing!). A Christmas package delivered to the wrong address, missing in action. (Okay, that one is not so minor.) That kind of thing.
Yesterday, Matt and I woke up at 3:45 a.m. in order to get to the Fort Lauderdale Airport in time for my 6:05 flight to Chicago, connecting to Columbus. (Matt would be headed to Dulles at 8:30.) When I got there, I thought I’d hit the bad luck motherlode – mobs of people, a line out the door at 4:30 a.m., and one old man ranting about how all the flights were canceled, and no one could fly out until Christmas Eve day. While I stood in line (what choice did I have?) an agent announced that all flights to Chicago (as well as Denver) were indeed cancelled, and recommended we call their reservation line. She was immediately shouted down by angry would-be passengers, who claimed to have been calling the line for hours only to be greeted with busy signals and hang-ups.
I called Matt to inform him that I was screwed, then looked at the line of 20 people in front of me and figured “What the hell?” while punching in the reservation line number.
Finally, some good luck – I could hardly believe it when the operator put me on Matt’s flight to Dulles, connecting to Columbus – I’d only arrive 3 hours later than orginally planned. Considering the angst around me, I got out lucky.
I was going to tell you about yesterday’s grocery shopping, dinner, and Texas Hold ‘Em, but my sister is here to pick me up for last-minute shopping so I gotta go.