Thirty minutes cost me eleven hours. Eleven hours with my baby (all right, one of my babies, but if anyone is the alpha ... ). And why is that, you ask with great interest? Because I left work for the airport with enough margin, UNLESS you consider the fact that SMF opened a new terminal and Southwest moved into it. I didn't think of that, and the longer shuttle bus ride / walk through new terminal / escalator / run / automated train / run / security / run to gate took about three minutes too long. When I got to the gate the airplane was six feet away from the access ramp and being towed further even as I watched, much pissed off at myself. It was the night's last flight even though only at 6:55pm.
So I drove sadly home and woke up again at three and came back and writing this took the time I had sitting here at the gate and the plane's boarding now seeya.
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S'okay. Now I'll have time to read on my new Kindle™.
Boo. Have an extra-happy compressed time with the rest of it!
How sucky for the 2 of you. :-( May the time you do have together be doubly wonderful to compensate!
I listened to Rammstein's "Sehnsucht" as I read this post, and thought of it as the perfect soundtrack to the running part this little adventure.
Du hast!
I hate air travel.
We had a similar delay before Thanksgiving when USAir kept showing a delay as the lovely gekko's aircraft sat on the runway and sat on the runway and sat on the runway. Except it sat on the runway only about 30 minutes and I ended up an hour late meeting her at the airport.
She didn't have the Kindle that time.
OTOH, I arrived and you arrived and all is right with the world!
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