“Wait…you missed your flight AGAIN??”
Why, thank you. You may sit down, lowly, responsible subjects who have never missed a flight.
I don’t know what happened, but I swear I used to be super time-conscious and responsible. Prior to moving to Binghamton, I’ve only missed a flight once and it was because my first flight was late and I missed my connecting flight. Oh wait, I take that back. I also missed it when I went to the city for the first time last summer because I got caught up doing errands. But see! It’s all related to New York!
Let’s count the times I’ve missed flights since moving to Binghamton:
1. I woke up at 6am…which was when my flight was scheduled to depart.
Granted, I was up late the previous night and had to get up at least by 4am to be able to make it, so I figured I had probably slept through my alarm. Upon further investigation, however, I found that while I did, indeed, set the alarm for 4am, I set it for the wrong day.
2. My first flight was delayed and I only had about a 30-minute layover so I ended up being stuck overnight.
Ok, this wasn’t my fault so I’ll give myself a pass on this one.
3. My original flight in the afternoon got canceled and the next flight wasn’t scheduled until around noon the next day. I had plans around noon the next day so I was not ok with this.
Ok, so this also wasn’t my fault but instead of just going, oh shucks, sure I’ll just cancel the plans I had back in LA I decided that no, I didn’t want to cancel so I made it more complicated for myself. I took a Greyhound bus down to JFK airport, which is around 3 hours away from Binghamton, stayed at a hotel, then flew early in the morning. And you know what almost happened? I almost missed my flight. Yes, true story. I think I turned the alarm off instead of hitting snooze but luckily I jolted awake and realized I needed to get my butt to the airport shuttle ASAP. I made it just in time. If I hadn’t…man, that would’ve been a waste in time, money, and effort…
4. I was in the correct terminal waiting for my connecting flight with kitty in tow and then…I missed my flight.
No, I’m not kidding.
I know, right?? Seriously, I was sitting right there, absorbed in this crappy free book on my kindle, when I looked up and saw that the screen said, “Airplane status: Departed.”
In my defense though:
1. I heard her say, “Boarding passengers with special needs and first class only,” so I waited. I didn’t hear her announce the other zones.
2. I’m used to bigger flights where I see people lining up by the terminal door so it gives me an indication when the rest of us lowly zone 4ers and above are allowed to board and I saw no such thing.
3. There was no final call that I heard AND I’m used to bigger flights where they actually call your name when it’s the final call.
No? Ok, fine. It was totally my fault. But! Silver lining though! Rather than panic or feel the need to sit in a ball on the floor and cry, my thoughts immediately went into planning mode. Do I rent a car and just drive the rest of the way? Do I try to find a connecting flight to a nearby airport and then rent a car and drive the rest of the way? I have to say even though this last one could have totally been avoided, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I just saw it as an inconvenience and I immediately went into action rather than spend time berating myself. I call that a success! Go me!
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Ya gotta be able to laugh at yourself!