My flight to San Francisco was scheduled for departure at 5:00 pm. I left my NY apartment at 2:30pm.
Arrived at JFK at 3:20 pm.
I went to check in at a kiosk.
The puter stated my flight was delayed and wouldn’t leave until 5:45 pm.
Went to check my bag.
Was informed my bag was 2 pounds overweight so I’d have to pay $80 dollars.
Told the lady I’d take something out and put in my backpack.
She made me get out of line to do that.
I did it.
And got back in line.
By the time I made my gate…the time had changed to 6:00pm.
I looked up next and it was 6:30…then…6:40.
I got in my seat at 7:10 and was in a foul mood because I'd just finished flipping through one of the ICKIEST gossip mags there ever was given to me by a chick who seemed pretty cool. Those folks were soooooo mean...on the cover? IS LINDSAY LOHAN GAY? And it just went down hill from there. BUT I COULDN'T STOP READING IT!!!!!
There were two kids around 7 and 8 in the seats on my row. My seat was the aisle.
Their mother was in the row on the other side in the middle. I wasn’t about to give up my carefully planned aisle for a middle seat even though the boys were already being boys.
Turns out her husband had an aisle seat.
In the second to last row.
I traded with him. You know…cuz I’m nice and shit.
My Shelly-bean and I started texting.
Good thing.
My flight didn’t leave until 9:10 pm-ish.
A tiny riot was about to start. I do believe one of my fellow passengers was seriously considering going the dozens with a stewardess. It was NOT looking good. I tried my damnedest to be calm…but I was HOT! The world knows how much I want to see my husband. To hug him, kiss him and just lay snuggle with him…and here I am…WITH A FLIPPING FOUR HOUR DELAY!
I WAS SOOOOOOOOOOO PISSED!
After two mojitos, a movie and a fruit and cheese platter…I was a bit better…but not by much.
My flight got in around 3:30 am East coast time.
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