I *Heart* New York
So yesterday was a long but exciting day.
It started at 5 AM when I had to get up to make my flight back to Pittsburgh, through Chicago. However, all those pesky storms I'd heard Terry DeBore mentions on the News over breakfast dashed those plans. I was told my flight to Chicago wouldn't leave until 10:30. Suddenly a planned morning of travel was turning into a whole day of travel.
But then, the wonderful man at the ticket counter suggested that I take a flight that would leave for New York City in a matter of minutes. I could then take a 9:15 flight from LaGuardia to Pittsburgh. I started jumping up and down like a crazy person. New York City! It was a sign from God. He wants me to live there.
So, Dad took me to get one last Starbucks Cinnamon Dulche and I experienced way too much joy when I told him "I'll call you from New York." Then I boarded my flight.
What I and Ticket Counter Man didn't know was that New York was surrounded by thick fog. My plane spent 40 minutes sitting on the Grand Rapids run way with its engine off. The flight was supposed to be an hour and a half. I watched as the proper amount of time for my first flight to take and the time for me to meet my second flight ticked past. Eventually we took off and I endured the most turbulent flight of my life. I'd call my stomach pretty strong and I was feeling VERY icky an hour into the flight. I'm very surprised no one threw up. Any hoo, I landed in New York, hoping that my flight to Pittsburgh had been delayed as that was my only hope of making it. I couldn't find any TV monitors displaying the flight status of my plane, so I asked an airport employee where my gate was because my ticket didn't list a concourse number. Turns out U.S. Airways flies from another building.
Oh.
After asking another airport employee where the shuttle was and waiting ten minutes for the bus, I got myself to the right building. Finally I found a TV monitor. My flight wasn't even listed. I went to the ticket counter and said I'd missed my connecting flight. I was rebooked on a 11:15 flight and I headed through security. Of course the airline had "randomly selected" me for a more extensive search and my back pack and purse were opened, Macky turned on, and I was, for the third time in less than a year, touched inappropriately by another woman in public, etc.
Naturally, my flight was delayed, then it's gate was changed. But eventually, I returned to Pittsburgh, exhausted but content in the knowledge that I'd seen Manhattan, at a great distance, through fog.
In conclusion, I am now the proud owner of an "I *heart* New York" T-shirt.
Life is good.
I'm off to exercise.
It started at 5 AM when I had to get up to make my flight back to Pittsburgh, through Chicago. However, all those pesky storms I'd heard Terry DeBore mentions on the News over breakfast dashed those plans. I was told my flight to Chicago wouldn't leave until 10:30. Suddenly a planned morning of travel was turning into a whole day of travel.
But then, the wonderful man at the ticket counter suggested that I take a flight that would leave for New York City in a matter of minutes. I could then take a 9:15 flight from LaGuardia to Pittsburgh. I started jumping up and down like a crazy person. New York City! It was a sign from God. He wants me to live there.So, Dad took me to get one last Starbucks Cinnamon Dulche and I experienced way too much joy when I told him "I'll call you from New York." Then I boarded my flight.
What I and Ticket Counter Man didn't know was that New York was surrounded by thick fog. My plane spent 40 minutes sitting on the Grand Rapids run way with its engine off. The flight was supposed to be an hour and a half. I watched as the proper amount of time for my first flight to take and the time for me to meet my second flight ticked past. Eventually we took off and I endured the most turbulent flight of my life. I'd call my stomach pretty strong and I was feeling VERY icky an hour into the flight. I'm very surprised no one threw up. Any hoo, I landed in New York, hoping that my flight to Pittsburgh had been delayed as that was my only hope of making it. I couldn't find any TV monitors displaying the flight status of my plane, so I asked an airport employee where my gate was because my ticket didn't list a concourse number. Turns out U.S. Airways flies from another building.
Oh.
After asking another airport employee where the shuttle was and waiting ten minutes for the bus, I got myself to the right building. Finally I found a TV monitor. My flight wasn't even listed. I went to the ticket counter and said I'd missed my connecting flight. I was rebooked on a 11:15 flight and I headed through security. Of course the airline had "randomly selected" me for a more extensive search and my back pack and purse were opened, Macky turned on, and I was, for the third time in less than a year, touched inappropriately by another woman in public, etc.
Naturally, my flight was delayed, then it's gate was changed. But eventually, I returned to Pittsburgh, exhausted but content in the knowledge that I'd seen Manhattan, at a great distance, through fog.
In conclusion, I am now the proud owner of an "I *heart* New York" T-shirt.
Life is good.
I'm off to exercise.
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