11:18pm // Washington Dulles Airport: Gate C-22, no gate C-5, no gate C-22, no cancelled
I had a great meeting today. Well, by great I mean it’s over. The meeting itself could have been better, but I stressed about it for a month, and now it’s over. I feel like a weight was lifted. I leave for vacation in 3 days, but because this meeting is done, my mental vacation started about 2 hours ago when I arrived at the airport. I bought myself a real dinner at the only restaurant in the airport that isn’t a burger bar, and sat next to a woman engrossed in her Kindle. This is the way travel for work is portrayed in commercials. Arrive at the airport, find an open seat next to a non-threatening fellow-traveler, engage in conversation over a much needed Tito’s Dirty Martini, breeze onto your flight. End scene.
I was so close.
I got a text message saying my flight is now delayed 2 hours. No matter, nothing is going to get me down. I’ll queue up Netflix and catch up on my binge watching while I wait. My phone buzzes, now my flight is rerouting and will arrive at a different gate in 4 hours. Okayyy, less excited about Netflix now. I finish dinner, grab a Starbucks and head to my new gate. Settled in I start watching, and my phone buzzes with an alert. Your flight has landed, please be at gate C-22 to board. LANDED? It was 4 hours 40 minutes ago!?! Ok, toss the Starbucks, throw iPad into purse, grab gum, run to C-22. Wait, why is my finger in pain? Oh my god! Why is blood pouring from my finger? Where is my fingertip?!!? Oh. My. God. My razor! I threw my razor into my purse this morning in my hotel room when I was in a rush to checkout. My freshly bladed razor just took the tip of my finger off! Ok, I can’t miss my fight, just wrap your finger in your fist and run. I arrive at Gate C-22 only to see the reader-board say Flight Canceled. So. Close.
Journey on, Janes. 📌