Much Ado About Nothing

Much as I hate to admit it...

Paul, you were right. I shouldn't have looked ahead on the calendar. While there were no major catastrophes getting to Florida (I am safely at my parent's house now!), this was not the smooth and easy trip I have become accustomed to.

First off, my father originally booked the flight, and apparently he decided at some point to change the DATE of my flight without letting me know. I got to the airport at 5:30 in the morning to be told that I wasn't scheduled to go out until tomorrow. I begged, and showed them the my ticketless itinerary with my confirmation number showing me leaving today. After all was said and done, they got me on standby for the flight I thought I was booked on. At the last minute, as the last few people were boarding, they finally told me I had a seat.

So I get on the plane and think, wow, it is a middle seat, but it is near the front. I should have known better. The gentleman seated next to me decided to talk the ENTIRE 2+ hour trip. Even though I had a book out and was trying to read. When that didn't work, I put on my headphones and pulled out my PDA to play solitaire. He continued to talk and gesture to me through that. When the captain told us to turn off electronic equipment, he proceeded to tell me about the pools and trucks on the ground, and how they were getting bigger. Then pointed out the horizon to me. X_X no, he wasn't "special" or anything, and he had flown before. I think he was bored, and irritating me was a new hobby.

Then, while the plane landed early (yay to getting off!), my ride was still quite far away. I collected my luggage, all of which was searched, and stood outside to wait for a while. My ride finally arrived, and thus far, nothing else wonky has happened.

So that is my travel story for the day. I must admit, even as that guy was annoying the crap out of me, giving me his life story, pointing out the obvious, repeating EVERYTHING they announced on the intercom, and commenting EVERY time how funny they were, through all that I was thinking I couldn't wait to get somewhere with an Internet connection, because I had to get this blogged.

So Paul, next time I try to look ahead on the calendar, smack me. I give you permission, and I won't get mad.

posted by Toni @ 12:51 PM Comments: 5