My first day of travel in two months. I am on my plane from my hometown of Rochester, NY to Sacramento, CA. I've already had my share of obstacles for the day. I arrived at the airport with my mom playing Fleetwood Mac's "Rhiannon" and my suitcases stuffed into the back of her Volkswagen. With eyes that teared up without hesitation, we kissed one another goodbye, and I headed off to the United check-in counter, clumsily toting my bags. Without going through each painful detail, I was forced to repack my suitcases to weigh (precisely!) 50 pounds. After that escapade, I was patted down because I suppose my inner thighs looked suspicious to the body scanner. Finally, I was greeted at Gate B8 with a flashing red "delayed" sign.
I am now on the plane descending to Washington-Dulles Airport. Already knowing I am late for my transfer flight, my fatigued body walked slowly to the customer service line. I was greeted by an older man with an oriental accent who I could barely understand. Due to the issues I had that day already, I was unsurprised. I rebooked my flight instead heading for San Francisco. About an hour later, I was notified that my original flight was in fact delayed and still at the airport. I wanted to scream, AHHH!!! But instead, I ran with laptop, messenger bag, and tired suitcase in hand. Arriving sweatily at the gate, I breathlessly asked the flight attendant if the plane had taken off. She replied, "We are still waiting to hear when we can board." My response: "REALLY?"
I sat on the plane to Sacramento and day (or rather, night) dreamed about my traveling plights. I chatted with my teenage seat-mates, trying to put my mind at rest.
Finally, finally, I landed in Sacramento International Airport. As soon as I took a long shower, I opened the window to smell the California air. And my pillow quickly became my best friend as I fell asleep.
I am now on the plane descending to Washington-Dulles Airport. Already knowing I am late for my transfer flight, my fatigued body walked slowly to the customer service line. I was greeted by an older man with an oriental accent who I could barely understand. Due to the issues I had that day already, I was unsurprised. I rebooked my flight instead heading for San Francisco. About an hour later, I was notified that my original flight was in fact delayed and still at the airport. I wanted to scream, AHHH!!! But instead, I ran with laptop, messenger bag, and tired suitcase in hand. Arriving sweatily at the gate, I breathlessly asked the flight attendant if the plane had taken off. She replied, "We are still waiting to hear when we can board." My response: "REALLY?"
I sat on the plane to Sacramento and day (or rather, night) dreamed about my traveling plights. I chatted with my teenage seat-mates, trying to put my mind at rest.
Finally, finally, I landed in Sacramento International Airport. As soon as I took a long shower, I opened the window to smell the California air. And my pillow quickly became my best friend as I fell asleep.